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".
Black and white police cars permit better visibility to the public.
We want to win the division and we're shooting for Boston, but we also know how tough it's been to get where we are right now,
We have seen better days.