MELODY: Oh, thank you! Thank you so much!
MELODY: What's the matter?
MORGANA: Oh, I knew this would happen. One taste, and you're hooked. Oh, Undertow, I'm such a failure, such a... Oh, my precious, there wasn't enough potion for this to be a forever spell.
MELODY: Please, I don't want to go back to being an ordinary girl. Isn't there some way I can stay a mermaid?
MORGANA: Oh, I'm afraid there's absolutely no possible way. Well, there is one way. No. What am I thinking? It's far too dangerous.
MELODY: What? What's too dangerous?
MORGANA: Well, I could make the spell last longer if I had my magic trident. Oh, but it was stolen years ago by a deranged kleptomaniac, and there's no one to get it back for me.
MELODY: Maybe I could get it back for you.
MORGANA: You would do that for me?
MELODY: If I did, would you make me a mermaid forever?
MORGANA: Even longer, if you like. Now, here is where the scoundrel lives.
MELODY: Atlantica? You mean it's not just an old fish tale? It really exists?
MORGANA: Of course it exists, dear. Whoever told you otherwise?
MELODY: My... mother.
MORGANA: Well, I'm sure she didn't mean to be cruel and deceitful.
MELODY: Okay, I'll bring back your trident. You can count on me!
MORGANA: Be careful, dear. Enjoy those fins! While you can.