"This is Berk. It's twelve days north of Hopeless and a few degrees south of Freezing to Death. It's located solidly on the Meridian of Misery. My village. In a word? Sturdy."

"It's been here for seven generations, but every single building is new. We have fishing, hunting, and a charming view of the sunsets. The only problems are the pests. You see, most places have mice or mosquitoes... We have... dragons!"

"Most people would leave. Not us. We're Vikings. We have stubbornness issues."

"My name's Hiccup. Great name, I know. But it's not the worst. Parents believe a hideous name will frighten off gnomes and trolls. Like our charming Viking demeanor wouldn't do that."

"That's Stoick the Vast, Chief of the tribe. They say that when he was a baby, he popped a dragon's head clean off of its shoulders. Do I believe it? Yes, I do."

"The meat head with attitude and interchangeable hands is Gobber. I've been his apprentice ever since I was little... well, littler."

"One day I'll get out there. Because killing a dragon is everything around here."

"A Nadder head is sure to get me at least noticed. Gronkles are tough. Taking down one of those would definitely get me a girlfriend. A Zippleback? Exotic. Two heads, twice the status."

"And then there's the Monstrous Nightmare. Only the best Vikings go after those. They have this nasty habit of setting themselves on fire."

"But the ultimate prize is the dragon no one's ever seen. We call it the Night Fury."

"This thing never steals food, never shows itself, and never misses. No one has ever killed a Night Fury. That's why I'm gonna be the first."

"RAAAAHHHR! ... Mornin'!"

"Oh, nice of you to join the party! I thought you'd been carried off."

"What, who, me? No, come on; I'm way too muscular for their taste. They wouldn't know what to do with all... this."

"Well, they need toothpicks, don't they?"

"Aw, come on! Let me out, please. I need to make my mark!"

"Oh, you've made plenty of marks. All in the wrong places!"

"Please, two minutes. I'll kill a dragon, my life will get infinitely better. I might even get a date!"

"You can't lift a hammer. You can't swing an axe. You can't even throw one of these!"

"If you ever want to get out there to fight dragons, you need to stop all... this."

"But you just pointed to all of me!"

"Yes! That's it! Stop being all of you."

"You, sir, are playing a dangerous game. Keeping this much raw 'Viking-ness' contained? THERE WILL BE CONSEQUENCES!"

"I'll take my chances. Sword. Sharpen. Now."

"Every time you step outside, disaster follows. Can you not see that I have bigger problems? Winter is almost near, and I have an entire village to feed!"

"Well, between you and me, the village could do with a little less feeding, don't you think?"

"This isn't a joke, Hiccup! Why can't you follow the simplest orders?"

"I can't stop myself! I see a dragon and I have to just...kill it. You know? It's... who I am, Dad."

"You are... many things, Hiccup. But a dragon killer is not one of them. Get back to the house."

"He never listens!"

"Well, it runs in the family."

"And when he does, it's always with this... disappointed scowl, like someone skimped on the meat in his sandwich."

"'Excuse me, barmaid! I'm afraid you brought me the wrong offspring! I ordered an extra-large boy with beefy arms, extra guts and glory on the side. This here, this is a talking fish-bone!'"

"Now, you're thinkin' about this all wrong. It's not so much what you look like, it's what's inside that he can't stand."

"Thank you for summing that up."

"Look, the point is, stop trying so hard to be something you're not!"

"I just wanna be one of you guys!"

"Oh, the gods hate me. Some people lose their knife or their mug... No, not me, I manage to lose an entire dragon?"

"Oh, wow... I-I did it! Oh, I did it! This fixes everything! Yes!"

"I have brought down this mighty beast!"

"I'm gonna kill you, dragon... I'm gonna cut out your heart and take it to my father. I'm a Viking... I am a VIKING!"

"I did this..."

"Huh. Toothless. I coulda sworn you had... ...teeth."

"Oh, my-! It's working! Yes! Yes, I did it!"

"Yeah! Go, baby! Yes! Oh, this is amazing! The wind in my... CHEAT SHEET! STOOOP!"

"Everything we know about you guys... is wrong."

"Trolls exist! They steal your socks! But only the left ones - what's with that?"

"WELCOME TO DRAGON TRAINING!"

"No turning back."

"I hope I get some serious burns!"

"I'm hoping for some mauling, like on my shoulder or lower back."

"Yeah, it's only fun if you get a scar out of it."

"Yeah, no kidding, right? Pain, love it."

"Oh, great! Who let him in?"

"The recruit who does best will win the honor of killing his first dragon in front of the entire village."

"Hiccup already killed a Night Fury, so does that disqualify him, or...?"

"If you're planning on getting eaten, I'd definitely go with the Gronkle."

"You were wise to seek help from the world's most deadly weapon... It's me."

"You're crazy! I like that..."

"So... what is the plan?"

"Is this some kind of a joke to you? Our parents' war is about to become ours! Figure out which side you're on."

"I normally don't care what people do, but you're acting weird. Well, weirder."

"No one just gets as good as you do. Especially you!"

"That's for the lies! And that's... for everything else!"

"I'm gonna kill you, dragon... I'm gonna-- I'm gonna cut out your heart and take it to my father. I'm a Viking... I am a VIKING!"

"Watch out, babe, I'll take care of this. The sun was in my eyes, Astrid! What do you want me to do, block out the sun? I can do that, but I don't have the time right now!"

"I'm really beginning to question your teaching methods!"

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

"Your mother would have wanted you to have it. It's half her breastplate. Matching set. Keeps her... keeps her close, you know."

"Thank you for the, uh, breast-hat."

"I've decided I don't want to fight dragons."

"I think it's time you learned to fight dragons."

"Oh, man, I should have gone first!"

"I don't wanna fight dragons."

"Oh, come on, yes you do."

"Rephrase: Dad, I can't kill dragons!"

"But you will kill dragons!"

"No, I'm really very extra sure that I won't."

"Can you not hear me?!"

"When you carry this axe, you carry all of us with you. Which means you walk like us, you talk like us, you think like us. No more of... this."

"You just gestured to all of me."

"This conversation is feeling very one-sided..."

"Deal?"

"Deal."

"Why couldn't I have killed that dragon when I found him in the woods? Would've been better, for everyone..."

"Yep. The rest of us would have done it. So why didn't you?"

"I don't know... I couldn't."

"That's not an answer."

"Why is this so important to you all of a sudden?"

"Because I want to remember what you say, right now."

"I was a coward! I was weak! I wouldn't kill a dragon!"

"You said wouldn't, that time."

"Three hundred years, and I'm the first Viking who wouldn't kill a dragon!"

"First to ride one, though. So...?"

"I wouldn't kill him, because he looked as frightened as I was. I looked at him... and I saw myself."

"I bet he's really frightened now... what are you gonna do about it?"

"Probably something stupid."

"Good, but you've already done that..."

"Then something crazy...!"

"That's more like it!"