"Hey uh Marlin?" "Yes Dory?" "Can I uh talk to you?" "Aren't you talking to me now?" "Well...yes. But it is kind of important. And I don't want to forget." Nemo nodded at Marlin. Marlin swam out of the anemone toward Dory. "What is it Dory?" "Well, before I tell you, promise me that if this doesn't go well that you won't remind me that I did this." Nemo poked his head out straining to hear. "Is something wrong?" Marlin had a puzzled look on his face. "No, no. Quite the opposite actually. Um, I don't know how to say this so I'm just going to say it. Marlin, I like you." "I like you too Dory." "No, I mean I LIKE you." Marlin looked at Dory, his eyes widening. "You are the reason I remembered P. Sherman, 42 Wallaby Way, Sydney and still remember it now. You took me on adventures that were beyond my imagination. You helped me find my family. You were there for me when I needed you most." "I don't know what to say Dory." Dory looked down. "I like sand, sand is squishy." "Dory?" "Oh, hi Marlin. When did you get here?" "Dory, do you remember what you just told me?" "That I like sand?" "Before that." "No. What was it? Is my family okay? Are they missing again?" Dory looked around in panic. "No, your family is fine. They are asleep." "What about Nemo?" "Yes, Nemo is in the house." "Good. I am tired. Goodnight Marlin." "Goodnight Dory. Hey, Dory," Marlin turned back to her. "I like you too."