"Is he home yet?"

"No."

"Is he home yet?"

"No."

"Is he home yet?"

"No, Dory, he is not home yet." Marlin rolled his eyes, looking at the blue tang fish with a mixture of annoyance and amusement. Ever since Dory had entered his life…well…things had been interesting. Marlin swam in circles, waiting for the next response, mentally counting the seconds.

"Is he home now?"

"No Dory he is not home now!"

"What's the matter Mr. Grumpy gills?" Dory looked at Marlin, her lips forming a pout. "Do you miss Fabio too?"

"Nemo."

"Nemo. Right."

Marlin shook his head, scanning the reef beds for Nemo. He felt Dory swim up next to him, her tail swishing impatiently.

"P. Sherman, 42 Wallaby Way, Sydney. Hey! I still remember it!" Marlin smirked; at least it was something different. "Hey, Mar…Marky."

"Marlin."

"Marlin. Right. Hey Marlin?"

"What is it Dory?"

Dory paused, scanning the reef beds. "Is he home yet?"

"Ugh!"