Flint Lockwood:
[Hanging from a licorice rope held by Sam, who is swelling up from her peanut allergy]
Let go, Sam.
Sam Sparks:
But you'll be stuck down there forever.
Flint Lockwood:
It's not ideal, no.
Sam Sparks:
Come with us, Flint. We'll live underground, and use bacon for clothes.
Flint Lockwood:
That's not a very good plan, Sam.
Sam Sparks:
It is if I don't have to lose you. Look, I like you, okay?
Flint Lockwood:
Like... as a friend?
Sam Sparks:
No, I mean "like you" like you.
Flint Lockwood:
Me too. I mean, about you.
[bites through rope and drops]
Flint Lockwood:
Goodbye, Sam.
Sam Sparks:
Flint! No!
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