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Scuttle: I haven't seen this in years, this is wonderful.
Ariel: What is it?
Scuttle: A banded, bulbous snarfblatt.
Ariel & Flounder: Ooooooh.
Scuttle: Now the snarfblatt dates back to prehysterical times when humans used to sit around and stare at each other all day.
Got very boring. So they invented this snarfblatt to make fine music.
[Ariel's turned herself into a human]
Sebastian: Just look at her! On legs! On human legs!
[shudders]
Sebastian: My nerves are shot. This is a catastrophe! What would her father say? I'll tell you what her father'd say. He'd say
he's gonna kill himself a crab, that's what her father'd say! I'm gonna march meself home and tell him right this minute
[Ariel scoops him up and starts shaking her head frantically]
Sebastian: and DON'T you shake your head at me, young lady! Maybe there's still time. If we could get that witch to give you back
your voice, you could go home with all the normal fish and just be...
[Ariel's face falls]
Sebastian: just be... just be miserable for the rest of your life.
[sighs, defeated]
Sebastian: Alright, alright, I'll try to help you find that prince.
[Ariel, overjoyed, kisses him]
Sebastian: Boy. What a softshell I'm turning out to be.
Sebastian: Will you get your head out of the clouds and back in the water where it
belongs.
Ariel: You're not getting cold fins now, are you?
Ariel: I've never seen a human this close before. Oh - he's very handsome, isn't
he?
Scuttle: [Looking at Max, Eric's dog] I dunno, he looks kinda hairy and slobbery to me.
Ariel: Is he - dead?
Scuttle: [Opens Eric's eyelid] It's hard to say.
[Puts his ear against Eric's foot]
Scuttle: Oh, I - I can't make out a heartbeat.
Sebastian: [singing] The seaweed is always greener in somebody
else's lake.
Sebastian: Somebody's got to nail that girl's fins to the floor.
[Adoring a statue of Eric]
Ariel: It looks just like him. It even has his eyes. "Why, Eric, run away with you? This is all so - so *sudden*..."
Ariel: If I become human, I'll never be with my father or sisters again.
Ursula: That's *right*. But - you'll have your man. Life's full of tough choices, innit?
Sebastian: Jeez, man, I'm surrounded by amateurs. You want something done, you've
got to do it yourself.
Sebastian: Are you sure about this?
Scuttle: Have I ever been wrong? I mean when it's important.
Sebastian: Hm. Teenagers. They think they know everything. You give them an inch,
they swim all over you.
[Ariel wants to know how she'll talk once she's given Ursula her
voice]
Ursula: You've got your looks... your pretty face... and don't underestimate the importance of "bo-dy lan-guage."
Sebastian: Like I always say, Your Majesty, "children have got to be free to lead
their own lives."
Triton: *You* always say that, Sebastian?
Sebastian: [nervous] Tee-hee.
Triton: Well... I guess there's one problem left.
Sebastian: And what's that, Your Majesty?
Triton: How much I'm going to miss her.
Scuttle: It's a dinglehopper. Humans use these little babies... to straighten their
hair out. See? Just a little twirl here and a yank there and voila. You've got an aesthetically pleasing configuration of
hair that humans go nuts over.
Ariel: Flounder, don't be such a guppy.
Scuttle: [breathlessly] I was flyin' - of course I was flyin'
- and I saw the... the watch - the witch, was watchin' a mirror and she was singin' with a stolen set of pipes. Do you hear
what I'm tellin' you?
[picks up Sebastian and slams him down on every word]
Scuttle: The prince... is marryin'... the sea witch... in disguise.
Scuttle: We're out to discover.
Ariel: [singing] Up where they walk/up where they run/up where
they stay all day in the sun/Wanderin' free/wish I could be/Part of that world...
Sebastian: This has got to be, without a doubt, the single most humiliating day of
my life!
[Ariel pats him on the head]
Sebastian: I hope that you appreciate what I go through for you, young lady! Now, we got to make a plan to get that boy to kiss
you. Tomorrow, when he takes you for that ride, you gotta look your best! You gotta bat your eyes like this
[does
so]
Sebastian: , you gotta pucker up your lips like this...
[does so, notices that Ariel has fallen asleep. He sighs,
and blows out the candle]
Sebastian: You are hopeless, child. You know that. Completely hopeless.
Ariel: There he is! Isn't he handsome?
[Scuttle looks at the
dog and scratches his neck]
Scuttle: I don't know, he looks kind of hairy and slobbery.
Ariel: No, not that one. The one playing the snarfblatt.
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