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.
Tim Lockwood: Son, not every sardine was meant to swim.
Young Flint: I don't understand fishing metaphors, dad!
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!