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!
Earl Devereaux: Why can't you be more like my son, Cal?
Cal Deveraux: 'Sup.
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!