Astrid: It's a mess. You must feel horrible. You've lost everything. Your father, your tribe, your best friend... Hiccup: Thank you for summing that up. Hiccup: Why couldn't I have killed that dragon when I found him in the woods? Would've been better, for everyone... Astrid: Yep. The rest of us would have done it. So why didn't you? Astrid: Why didn't you? Hiccup: I don't know... I couldn't. Astrid: That's not an answer. Hiccup: *Why* is this so important to you all of a sudden? Astrid: Because I want to remember what you say, *right now*. Hiccup: Oh, for the love of... I was a coward! I was weak! I wouldn't kill a dragon! Astrid: You said *wouldn't*, that time. Hiccup: Agh, whatever... I *wouldn't*! Three hundred years, and I'm the first Viking who wouldn't kill a dragon! Astrid: First to ride one, though. So...? Hiccup: I wouldn't kill him, because he looked as frightened as *I* was. I looked at him... and I saw myself.
Gobber: Today is about teamwork! The Hideous Zippleback is extra tricky. One head *breathes* gas, the other head *lights* it. Your job, is to know which is which! Fishlegs: [whispering] Razor-sharp serrated teeth that inject venom for pre-digestion. Prefers ambush attack, crushing its victims... Hiccup: Will you *please* stop that?