What are you doing, Flint Lockwood?
Just holding my hands
behind my back respectfully, sir.
-You know what you are, Lockwood?
- No.
A shenaniganizer.
A tomfool.
-You see my beautiful angel son Cal?
-What's up?
I love him so much.
This is my only son.
I want him to have a bright future.
A future in which you don't ruin
our town's day...
...with one of your
crazy science thingies.
- Well, that's all behind me- -
- You see this contact lens, Lockwood?
-This contact lens represent you.
-All right.
-And my eye represents my eye.
-Okay.
I got my eye on you.
-Oh, my gosh, a jaywalker.