— 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?
If this is some kind of joke, it's not funny and I know funny. I'm a clownfish.
You know what you can do, Dory? You can go wait over there. Go wait over there and forget. It's what you do best.
— Oh, my stomach.
— No hurling on the shell, okay? Just waxed it.