How to Train Your Dragon
written by William Davies, Dean DeBlois, and Chris Sanders, from the novel by Cressida Cowell
Hiccup (Jay Baruchel): 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. And 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 dragons. Most people would leave. But not us. We're Vikings. We have stubbornness issues. My name's Hiccup. Great name, I know. But, it's not the worst. Parents believe a hideous name will frighten off gnomes and trolls. Like our charming Viking demeanor wouldn't do that. That's Stoick the Vast, Chief of the tribe. They say that when he was a baby he popped a dragon's head clean off of its shoulders. Do I believe it? Yes, I do. The meathead with attitude and interchangeable hands is Gobber. I've been his apprentice ever since I was little. Well, little-er. See? Old village, lots and lots of new houses. Oh and that's Fishlegs, Snotlout. the twins Ruffnut and Tuffnut and...Astrid. Aw, their job is so much cooler. One day I'll get out there. Because killing a dragon is everything around here. A Nadderhead is sure to get me at least noticed. Gronckles are tough. Taking down one of those would definitely get me a girlfriend. A Zippleback? Exotic. Two heads, twice the status. Then there's the Monstrous Nightmare. Only the best Vikings go after those. They have this nasty habit of setting themselves on fire. But the ultimate prize is the one dragon no one's ever seen. We call it the... This thing never steals food, never shows itself and...never misses. No one has ever killed a Night Fury. That's why I'm going to be the first.
Credit and many thanks to Pam for this monologue, it is very much appreciated.