Hiccup: [to Toothless] We're leaving! Let's pack up. Looks like you and me are taking a little vacation. Forever.
Hiccup: Ah man.
Hiccup: Agh! What the... uh, uh, what are you doing here?
Astrid: I want to know what's going on.
Astrid: No one just *gets* as good as you do. *Especially* you. Start talking! Are you training with someone?
Hiccup: Uh, uh, training? I didn't...
Astrid: [grabbing his flight gear] It better not involve *this*...
Hiccup: I, I know, this... looks really bad, but, you see, this is uh...
Hiccup: [trying to distract her] Uh, you're right! You're right, you're right. I, I'm through with the lies, I've been making... outfits! So, you got me. It's time everyone knew. Drag me back, go ahead... here we go...
Hiccup: OW! Why would you *do* that?
Astrid: That's for the lies! And *that's*...
Astrid: ... for everything else!
Hiccup: Oh man...
Astrid: [gasps and throws them both to the ground] Get down!
Astrid: RUN! RUN!
Hiccup: [grabbing the axe and throwing it away] No! No! It's okay, it's okay!
Hiccup: She's a friend.
Hiccup: You scared him.
Astrid: *I* scared *him*? Who is "him"?
Hiccup: Uh... Astrid, Toothless! Toothless, Astrid.
Hiccup: Duh-duh-duh, we're dead!
Astrid: Stay out of my way! I'm winning this thing!
Hiccup: Uh... please, by all means.
Astrid: This time! This time, for sure!
Astrid: [swinging her axe wildly in anger] NO! YOU SON OF A HALF-TROLL, RAT-EATING, MUNGE-BUCKET!
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.
Hiccup: [voice-over] 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...
Astrid: [punches Hiccup] That's for scaring me!
Hiccup: Oh wha- wait, what is it always going to be this way? 'Cause...
Hiccup: ...I could get used to it.
Astrid: [about Toothless] I bet he's really frightened now... what are you gonna do about it?
Hiccup: Ehhh... probably something stupid.
Astrid: Good, but you've already done that...
Hiccup: [after a pause] Then something crazy...!
Astrid: *That's* more like it!
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?
Hiccup: [v.o] Oh, and there's one more thing you need to know.
Hiccup: Sorry... Dad.