Finding Nemo

— See anything?
— Something's got me!
— That was me. Sorry.
— Who's that?
— Who could it be? It's me.
— Are... Are you my conscience?
— Yeah. I'm your conscience. We haven't spoken for a while. How are you?
— Can't complain.
— Good. Now, Dory, I want you to tell me, do you see anything?

Nemo: — What's that?
Tad: — I know what that is. Sandy Plankton saw one. He said it was called a butt.
Pearl: — Wow. That's a pretty big butt.

Okay, that one was a little tougher. He either said we should go to the back of the throat or he wants a root beer float.

— What do we have to remember about the ocean?
— It's not safe.

If this is some kind of joke, it's not funny and I know funny. I'm a clownfish.

Fish aren't meant to be in a box.

Bloat: — Nemo, newcomer of orange and white. You have been called forth to the summit of Mount Wannahockaloogie to join with us in the fraternal bonds of tankhood.
Nemo: — Huh?
Peach: — We want you in our club, kid.

I have to find my son. I have to tell him how old sea turtles are!