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: Anchor! Chum! Anchor
: There you are, Bruce. Finally! Bruce
: We've got company. Anchor
: Well, it's about time, mate! Chum
: We've already gone through the snacks, and we're still starving! Anchor
: We almost had us a feeding frenzy. Chum
: Come on, let's get this over with.
: Humans - -think they own *everything*. Anchor
: Probably *American*.
: All right, anyone else? Hello, how 'bout you, mate? What's your problem? Marlin
: Me? I don't... I don't have a problem. Bruce
: Oh. Okay... Bruce
: [to each other
[Marlin and Dory are each pulling on the mask; it snaps and hits Dory in the face
: Ow! Marlin
: Oh, I'm really sorry. Are you okay? Dory
: Ow, ow, ow! Marlin
: I'm so sorry. Dory
: You really clocked me there. Am I bleeding?
[a wisp of blood floats from Dory's nose
: Ohh! Dory
: Ow. Ow. Ow. Bruce
: Dory, are you okay...
[Sniffs the blood; his eyes turn black
: Oh, oh, that's good... Chum
: Hi. I'm Dory. Anchor
: Hello, Dory. Dory
: And, uh, well... well, I don't think I've ever eaten a fish.
[the sharks applaud
: Wow, that's incredible! Bruce
: Good on ya, mate! Dory
: Whew. Glad I got that off my chest.
[as Bruce hungrily chases Marlin and Dory
: He really doesn't mean it, you know! He never even knew his father!
: He's my son, he was taken by these divers... Dory
: Oh my, you poor fish. Chum
: Humans! Think they own everything. Anchor
: Probably American!
: Now there is a father looking for his little boy.
: I never knew my father! Anchor
: Come on, group hug. Chum
: We're all mates here, mate.
: Hello. My name is Bruce. Anchor
: Hello, Bruce. Bruce
: It has been three weeks since my last fish, on my honor, or may I be chopped up and made into soup.
[Anchor and Chum applaud
: You're an inspiration to us all! Anchor
: Just a bite. Anchor
: Now you hold it together, mate! Chum
: Remember, Bruce! Fish are friends, not food! Bruce
: Today's meeting is Step 5: Bring a fish friend. Everyone brought a fish friend? Anchor
: Got mine.
[a small fish shivering with fear
: Hi there! Bruce
: What about you, Chum? Chum
: Oh... um... I seem to have misplaced my, um... friend.
[a fish skeleton peeks from Chum's teeth; Chum quickly sucks it back in
: That's all right, mate. I had a feeling this would be a hard step. You can help yourself to one of my friends. Chum
: [Taking Marlin
] Thanks mate. A little chum for Chum, eh?