[Marlin and Dory see a whale]
Excuse me! Whoo-hoo! Little fella? Hello! [to Marlin] Don't be rude, say hi.
Heh, hello.
His son Bingo...
Nemo.
...Nemo was taken to...
Sydney.
...Sydney, yeah. And it's really, really important that we get there as fast as we can, so can you help us out? C'mon, little fella. C'mon! [claps her fins playfully]
Dory, I'm a little fella. I don't think that's a little fella.
[the whale makes a sound]
Oh, a big fella. Big... A whale... okay, Maybe he only speaks whale. [imitating the sound a whale makes] MwOOooo! WwwwEEEE... nEEeeeedd tOOooo FINNND hiIIiiss SONNNNN...
Dory? What are you doing?
CaaaAAAaaN yoooOOOOu... mMm...
Are you sure you speak whale?
...giIIIVe uuuus dirRECtiooons?
Heaven knows what you're saying!
CoooOOOOOOme bAAAAAAAack!
He's not coming back. You offended him!
Maybe a different dialect.
[She makes random whale sounds.]
Dory, this is not whale. You're speaking, like, upset stomach.
Maybe I should try Humpback.
No, don't try Humpback!
Maybe louder, huh? RAH! RAH!
Don't do that!
Too much Orca. Didn't that sound a little Orca-ish?
It dosen't sound like Orca! It sounds like nothing I've ever heard! [sighs] Oh, just as well. He might be hungry.
Relax. Whales don't eat clownfish. They eat krill.
[A school of terrified krill swims past as the whale looms into view behind them.]
Swim away!
Oh, look! Krill!
Move, Dory, MOVE!!!
