"Oh, sweet baby Thor in a thunderstorm, go!"
"They're still the best."
"Let go of that! These are my apples!"
"Hey Mulch. Hey Bucket. Sorry about the...uh..."
"Ah, here's Mildew with the complaint of the day."
"They don't mean any harm, they're just dragons being dragons."
Snotlout: "What's he doing?"
"Oh, everything hurts... Even this."
"Hey, Astrid, what a nice surprise!"
"I'm gonna be seeing flaming sheep in my dreams for the next month."
"That's your plan? Train dragons? Here? Where we used to kill them?"
"They're very sensitive. Meatlug especially. She lost a cousin here."
"The dragons are eating everything in sight."
"DROP THAT RIGHT NOW! YOU HEAR ME?"
"Something tells me that way..."
"Now look what the dragons have done! Caging is too good for those beasts."
"Enough, Hiccup! How can I trust you to control all the dragons, when you couldn't even control your own?"
"Oh! Thank you, Toothless."
Astrid: "Did you change your father's mind? Or are we going behind his back again?"
"Hiccup: Uh... one of those."
"Snotlout! Scare us up some dinner!"
"Afternoon, Mildew! Three o'clock! Time for the fertilizer!"
Fishlegs: "Okay, Meatlug. Let 'er rip!"
"you all disobeyed me orders... and there will be consequences."
"Oh this is going to be great, Fungus. It's about to get ugly."
"Now all you have to do is train 'em."
"This dragon-training academy is for you all."
"Berk Dragon Academy. I like the sound of that."