For the better part of at least a year, Dude watched Finding Nemo every day. Every. Single. Day. And it’s not like he would watch it through once and be done with it. Oh no. It would take him at least three hours to complete one viewing of the movie because he would rewind his favorite scenes and play them over and over and over again, all the while humming or mumbling along using the exact inflection of the characters onscreen.
Because of Dude, our family is fluent in Finding Nemo. We make oddball references to it every time the situation presents itself.
On our recent family vacation, whales came up in the conversation.. probably when a dolphin/whale watching boat went by.
Me, being weird and brainwashed by Dude, immediately did my best Dory-speaking-whale impression.
“Do YOOUuuu knooOOOwwW how toOo get toOo SyyyDDddnneeeEyyy?”
I then turned to Dude, “What movie is that from?”
And this is why I love my brother. He could have just said “Finding Nemo,” nice and easy. But he didn’t.
In his best whale voice, he answered, “FIIIiiinnnDDiinnGGG NEEEeeeMmmoooOooo.”