Aw, come on, let me out, please? I need to make my mark! Oh, you've made plenty of marks!...

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: [gesturing to a catapult machine of his own making] Okay fine, but this will throw it for me! [He touches the machine and it fires a set of bolas through the window, knocking out another Viking] Gobber: See, now this right here is what I'm talkin' about! Hiccup: It, it... mild calibration issue, I... 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: [annoyed, squinting sideways at him] Oh... Gobber: Oh, yeah! Hiccup: You, sir, are playing a dangerous game! Keeping this much raw... viking-ness... contained! There'll be consequences! Gobber: [deadpan] I'll take my chances. [heaves a dented sword into Hiccup's hands] Gobber: Sword. Sharpened. Now.