You know what the Mexicans say about the Pacific? They say it has no memory.
— Ocean. Wow. The big blue. What's it like?
— Uh... Big and blue?
— Jiji, you'νe gotta come see the ocean. I don't belieνe it! It's huge!
— It's only a puddle to me.
— Hey, i`m just trying to understand why your people decided to send... How do i phrase this? You.
— My people didn`t send me. The ocean did.
— The ocean? Makes sense. You`re what, eight? Can`t sail. Obvious choise!
— It chose me for a reason.
— If the ocean`s so smart why didn`t it just take the heart back to Te Fiti itself? Or bring me my hook? The ocean`s straight up kooky-dooks!