Earl Devereaux: Why can't you be more like my son, Cal?
Cal Deveraux: 'Sup.
Earl Devereaux: I know we all blame Flint for this. In fact, the minute he steps out of that car, I'm gonna slap him in the face. He made a mess of things, but that mess was made to order, and it's time we pay the bill.
Earl Devereaux: You see this contact lens?
Flint Lockwood: Yeah?
Earl Devereaux: This contact lens represents you! And my eye represents my eye! I've got my *eye* on you!
Earl Devereaux: You know what you are, Flint Lockwood? A shenaneganizer!
Flint Lockwood: Come on, Steve! We've got some diem to carpe!
Tim Lockwood: Son, not every sardine was meant to swim.
Young Flint: I don't understand fishing metaphors, dad!
Suggested correction: This isn't really what happens, although it looks like it does. The mayor's thumbs are not pointing outwards, they are curled around the fence wire. As he continues to grab the fence, his thumbs don't clip through it, they curl more and more around it, getting a tighter grip on it. Then when Brent says, "But not me, right?", he lets go, and you can see his thumbs curl back out. This is all visible if you look close enough.
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