Hiccup: Aw, come on! Let me out, please! I need to make my mark!
Gobber: Oh, you've made plenty of marks! All in the wrong places!
Hiccup: Please, two minutes! I'll kill a dragon, my life will get infinitely better, I might even get a date!
Gobber: You can't lift a hammer, you can't swing an axe, you can't even throw one of these!
[holds up a set of bolas]
Hiccup: Okay, fine! But this...
[gestures to a catapult machine]
Hiccup: ...will do it for me!
[He touches the machine and it goes off, firing a set of bolas out the window that hits a man]
Gobber: Now, see this right here...
[gestures to Hiccup's machine]
Gobber: ...is what I'm talking about!
Hiccup: Mild calibration issue...
Gobber: Don't you... no, Hiccup! If you ever want to get out there to fight dragons, you need to stop all... this.
[gestures to all of Hiccup]
Hiccup: But you just pointed to all of me!
Gobber: Yes! That's it! Stop being all of you!
Hiccup: [nodding and glaring at Gobber] Oh...
Gobber: Oh, yeah!
Hiccup: You, sir, are playing a dangerous game! Keeping this much raw viking-ness contained! There will be consequences!
Gobber: [deadpan] I'll take my chances.
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