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".
This mode of electioneering suited neither my taste nor my principles. I thought it equally unsuitable to my personal character and to the station in which I am placed.
John Quincy Adams
(July 11, 1767 - February 23, 1848)
We have been preparing for this all winter. My team and I are excited to get the season started. This is a dream come true for all of us and we are going to give it everything that we have.
I hate and I love. Perhaps you ask why I do so. I do not know, but I feel it, and am in agony