How to Train Your Dragon

"Don't worry. You're small and you're weak. That'll make you less of a target! They'll see you as sick or insane and go after the more viking-like teens instead."
[To Hiccup]

"Chances of survival are dwindling into single-digits now..."

Gobber: "Welcome to Dragon Training!"
Astrid: "No turning back.
Tuffnut: I hope I get some serious burns!"
Ruffnut: "I'm hoping for some mauling, like, on my shoulder or lower back."
Astrid: "Yeah, it's only fun if you get a scar out of it."
Hiccup: "Yeah, no kidding, right? Pain. Love it."
Tuffnut: "Oh great, who let him in?"

Fishlegs: "Your mom let you get a tattoo?"
Tuffnut: "It's not a tattoo, it's a birth mark!"
Ruffnut: "Okay, I've been stuck with you since birth and that was never there before."
Tuffnut: "Yes it was! You've just never seen me from the left side until now."

"Oh, I'm hurt! I am very much hurt!"

Hiccup: "I knew it... I'm dead."
Stoick: [laughs] "No, but you gave it your best shot."

Stoick: "When we crack this mountain open, all hell is going to break loose."
Gobber: "And my undies. Good thing I brought extras."

"I should have gone first... Because, I was thinking, you know, we have a surplus of dragon-fighting Vikings, but do we have enough... bread-making Vikings, or small home-repair Vikings..."