Gobber: [about riding baby dragons inside an ice mountain] Some might suggest this is poorly conceived!
Hiccup: Well, it's a good thing that I never listen.
[an ice wall splits them up]
Gobber: Whoa! So...
[he pauses for the ice wall]
Gobber: ... what is your...
[ice wall]
Gobber: ... plan?
Hiccup: Get Toothless back and kick Drago's...
[the ice wall catches the rest of his sentence]