Gill: To the top of Mount Wanna-hock-a-loogie.

Marlin: How do you know that nothing bad won't happen?
Dory: I don't.

[the whale groans]
Dory: Okay, he either said, "move to the back of the throat," or he "wants a root beer float".

Peach: [Darla taps madly on the tank glass trying to knock Peach off] Find a happy place! Find a happy place! Find a happy place!

Dory: What is it with men and asking for directions?

Dory: This is the Ocean silly, we're not the only two in here.