Sebastian: Are you sure about this?
Scuttle: Have I ever been wrong? I mean when it's important.
Sebastian: Jeez, man, I'm surrounded by amateurs. You want something done, you've got to do it yourself.
Sebastian: Somebody's got to nail that girl's fins to the floor.
Ursula: Come in. Come in, my child. We mustn't lurk in doorways. It's rude. One might question your upbringing.
Ariel: All right, I'm going inside. You can just stay here and watch for sharks.
Flounder: Okay. Yeah, you go. I'll just stay and... What? Sharks? Ariel!
Ursula: Triton's daughter will be mine... And then I'll see him writhe. I'll see him wriggle like a worm on a hook!
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.