Incorrect Race To The Edge

they're a bunch of 18 year olds living on a private island chaos is guaranteed

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Snotlout: I have an idea. Mala: A good idea? Snotlout: Let's not get ahead of ourselves.

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Viggo: Am I a good person? No. But do I try to be better every single day? Also no.

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Dagur: I’m sorry for being annoying. Dagur: It will happen again.

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Astrid: Do you need help getting up? Ruffnut: Nah, I'm cool down here on the floor.

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Astrid: Hey, wanna help me commit arson? Hiccup: What the hell!? Astrid: Oh, sorry, my bad. Astrid, whispering: Wanna help me commit arson? Hiccup, whispering: Of course. What do you need?

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Heather: How long do you reckon it’ll be until Hiccup finally snaps and commits murder? Astrid: I’ve been going through life assuming it’s already happened at some point and it’s just that no one was ever able to trace it back to them.

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Snotlout: Punch me in the face. Dagur: …Punch you? Snotlout: Yes, punch me, didn’t you hear me? Dagur: I always hear ‘punch me in the face’ while you’re speaking but it’s usually just subtext.

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Dagur and Snotlout: *making loud, shouty gorilla sounds at each other* Viggo: Fishlegs, exasperatedly: We have a guest.

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Heather: I was born for politics. I have great hair and I love lying.

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Heather: This can’t get any worse. Can it?

Dagur: Sure it can - just give me a minute.

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Hiccup: Do you need anything from the store?

Dagur: Actually, yes. I have a list.

Hiccup, reading: Epsom salts, coconut oil, baking soda, cornstarch, lavender essential oils… citric acid…?

Dagur: I’m making homemade bath bombs.

Hiccup: Smokeless gunpowder?!

Dagur: I want to do it right!

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Ruffnut: I’m 80% awesome 20% water and 100% handsome.

Hiccup: That’s 200%.

Ruffnut: I’m twice the man you’ll ever be.

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Hiccup: Am I in trouble?

Astrid: Take a guess.

Hiccup: No?

Astrid: Take another guess.

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Ruffnut: How many vampires do you think have been hit by a car backing up in a parking lot because the driver couldn’t see their reflection?

Snotlout: I’ve never considered it but you’re really shining light on what’s probably a very serious issue.

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Snotlout: If you put a milkshake in one yard and crack open a cold one in another yard, which yard would the boys go to?

Tuffnut: Schrödinger's boys.

Fishlegs: FUCK!

Hiccup: What about cracking open a cold milkshake?

Ruffnut: As we all know, the milkshake brings the boys to the yard. The presence of the boys is a prerequisite for the cracking open of a cold one, but cold ones do not have any inherent boy-attracting abilities. Milkshakes, however, do.

Ruffnut: All else being equal, the boys would proceed to the milkshake yard. While it is possible to announce the presence of cold ones in the hope of attracting some boys, the pull of the milkshake is much more powerful by comparison.

Snotlout: …

Tuffnut: …

Fishlegs: …

Hiccup: …

Ruffnut: Mind you, all of this nonsense hinges on whether or not the boys are back in town.

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Tuffnut: I have a plan.

Ruffnut: I have the hospital and Fishlegs on speed dial.

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Fishlegs: We need a distraction.

Astrid: Is anyone here good at jumping up and down and making weird noises?

Snotlout, whispering: My time has come.