Dory : I shall call him squishy and he shall be mine and he shall be my squishy Come on, squishy Come on, little squishy
[baby talk]
Dory : Ow Bad squishy, bad squishy


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!

Pearl : Hey. You guys made me ink.

Mr. Ray : Okay, class. Optical orbits up front, and remember, we keep our subesophageal ganglia to ourselves. That means you, Jimmy.
Jimmy: Aw, man.

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