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

Nigel: [quietly] Okay, don't make any sudden moves. Hop inside my mouth... if you want to live.

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!

[shaking Nemo's bag] Darla: WHY... ARE... YOU... SLEEPING?

Crush: Cuz we were like, "woaaaah.", and I was like, "woaaaah." and you were like, "woaaahh..."

Seagulls: Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. Nigel: Oh would you just shut up? You're rats with wings.