Dory: [Reading a door] Hey, look. "Esc-a-pay". Hey, it's spelled just like escape.
Dory: [dreaming] Uhhh... the sea monkeys have my money... yes, I'm a natural blue...
Dory: What is it with men and asking for directions?
Dory: I suffer from short term memory loss. It runs in my family... At least I think it does... Where are they?
[the whale groans] Dory: Okay, he either said, "move to the back of the throat," or he "wants a root beer float".
Memory is the way we keep telling ourselves our stories - and telling other people a somewhat different version of our stories.
(July 10, 1931 - )
The adulterous connection between church and state
(January 29, 1737 - June 08, 1809)
They say it is better to be poor and happy than rich and miserable, but how about a compromise like moderately rich and just moody?