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 was great but the team one was bigger. My teammates wanted all of this as much as we did.
I have the same goal I've had ever since I was a girl. I want to rule the world.
(August 16, 1958 - )
The degree of civilization in a society can be judged by entering its prisons