A school of silvery moonfish swirled past. Maybe they knew.
一群银色的翻车鱼转着圈游了过去。也许他们知道。
“One quick question!” Marlin pleaded. “Please? And they’re gone again!”
“就一个小问题！”马林恳求道，“求求你们了？他们又走了！”
Again, they hurried by.
他们还是匆忙地走了。
“Hey! Hold it!” Marlin shouted. “Wait a minute! I’m trying to talk to you.”
“喂！停下！”马林大喊，“等一下！我有话跟你们说。”
“You want me to leave?” Dory asked in disbelief.
“你要我走？”多莉难以置信地问。
“Excuse me,” Marlin said as they rushed by. “Uh — hello?”
“打扰一下，”他们快速游过的时候，马林说，“呃——你们好？”
Dory paused, not understanding. “Huh?” This was so hard to say. Marlin tried again. “I don’t want to hurt your feelings.”
多莉停了下来，不明白。“啊？”这太难以开口了。马林又试了一次：“我不想让你伤心。”
“Okay. All right, here’s the thing,” he told her. “I think it’s best if I just carry on from here… by myself.”
“好了。好吧，有件事，”他告诉她，“我想，从现在开始…最好还是我一个人走。”
“Well, I mean not… Yes. It’s just, you know… I can’t afford any more delays, and you’re one of those fish that cause delays.”
“呃，我不想…是的。只是因为，你知道的…我再也耽误不起了，可是你是那种拖慢我进度的鱼。”
Just then, Dory swam closer by. “P. Sherman, 42 Wallaby Way,” she recited. She’d been repeating the address ever since she’d remembered it. “42 Wallaby Way.”
就在这时，多莉游到跟前。“沃拉比路42号，P。谢尔曼，”她背诵着。她自从记住了这个地址，就一直在不断地重复。“沃拉比路42号。”
It was driving Marlin crazy.
这让马林崩溃了。
He had to ask for directions.
他必须问路。
The moonfish darted this way and that, constantly moving.
翻车鱼时而冲到这边，时而冲到那边，一刻不停。
Marlin had the address from the mask: 42 Wallaby Way, Sydney. But where was Wallaby Way? Where was Sydney?
马林得到了面罩上的地址：悉尼沃拉比路42号。但是沃拉比路在哪儿？悉尼在哪儿？
All of a sudden, a group of moonfish stopped in front of them. “Hey, you!” one said to Marlin.
突然，一群翻车鱼停在他们面前。“喂，你！”一条鱼对马林说。
“Lady,” said the fish. “Is this guy bothering you?”
“女士，”这条鱼说，“这家伙找你麻烦是吧？”
They all hovered there, staring at Marlin.
他们都徘徊在原地，盯着马林。
Dory perked up. “Oh, I’ve seen one of those,” she said.
多莉兴奋起来。“哦，我见过一个。”她说。
“Hey!” Marlin said suddenly. He finally had their attention! “Do you guys know how I can get to P. Sherman –“
“嘿！”马林突然说。他终于引起他们的注意了！“你们知道怎么找到P。谢尔曼——”
“Wait… wait… um…” Dory said. “It’s a swordfish!” Marlin put in.
“等等…等等…呃…”多莉说。“是剑鱼！”马林插嘴。
The moonfish swam into different positions, forming the shape of a swordfish.
翻车鱼游到不同的位置，摆出一条剑鱼的造型。
“Look, pal, we’re talking to the lady, not you.” The fish smiled at Dory, trying to cheer her up. “You like impressions? Okay,” the fish said to the others. “Just like in rehearsal, gentlemen…”
“听好了，小子，我们在跟这位女士说话，不是你。”这条鱼对着多莉微笑，想让她高兴起来，“你喜欢模仿秀吗？好吧，”这条鱼对其他同伴说，“和排练的时候一样，先生们…”
“So what are we? Take a guess?” they asked.
“那么我们是什么？猜一猜？”他们问。
“Um, I don’t remember.” Dory sniffled. Then she turned to Marlin. “Were you?”
“呃，我不记得了。”多莉抽噎着。然后她转向马林。“有吗？”
Dory’s eyes opened wide. “You mean… you don’t like me?”
多莉的眼睛睁得大大的，问道：“你的意思是…你不喜欢我？”
“No! Of course I like you,” Marlin explained. “Oh! Don’t cry. I like you –“
“不！我当然喜欢你，”马林解释，“哦！别哭。我喜欢你——”
“I’m a fish with a nose like a sword,” one of the moonfish said, giving her a hint.
“我是条鼻子长得像利剑的鱼。”一条翻车鱼说，给了她一点儿暗示。
The moonfish did more impressions. They changed into a lobster, an octopus, a ship… But Dory didn’t get a single one right.
翻车鱼又表演了很多模仿秀。他们变身龙虾、章鱼、轮船…但是多莉一个都没猜对。
This is useless, Marlin thought. He swam off.
这一点儿用都没有，马林想。他游走了。
“Hey! Come back!” Dory followed him. “What’s the matter?”
“嘿！回来！”多莉跟着他，“怎么了？”
“Sydney? Oh, sure,” said one of the fish. “You wouldn’t know how to get there, would you?” asked Dory.
“悉尼？哦，当然，”一条鱼说，“你大概不知道去悉尼怎么走，是吧？”多莉问。
The moonfish switched places again. This time they looked like a clownfish. An angry clownfish — just like Marlin.
翻车鱼又交换了位置。这次它们变得像一条小丑鱼。一条生气的小丑鱼——就像马林。
Finally, Dory laughed.
终于，多莉开怀大笑。
Marlin turned to her. “What’s the matter? While they’re doing their silly little impressions, I am miles from home, with a fish that can’t even remember her own name.” He sighed. “Meanwhile, my son is out there… But it doesn’t matter, ’cause no fish in this entire ocean is gonna help me.”
马林转向她，反问道：“怎么了？他们在表演无聊的模仿秀，我大老远地离开家，跟一条连自己名字都记不住的鱼待在一起。”他叹了口气，继续说道：“与此同时，我的儿子还下落不明…但是没关系，因为这整个大海的鱼，他们都不会帮我。”
“Well, I’m helping you,” Dory told him. “Wait right here.”
“呃，我会帮你的，”多莉告诉他，“在这儿等着。”
“Would somebody please give me directions?” Marlin shouted angrily.
“有谁能为我指引方向吗？”马林生气地大喊。
She hurried back to the school of fish. “Guys, any of you heard of P. Sherman, 42 Wallaby Way, Sydney?” she asked politely.
她赶紧去找那群鱼。“各位，你们有人听说过悉尼沃拉比路42号，P。谢尔曼吗？”她很有礼貌地问。
“Hey, Clown Boy. Let the lady guess,” another fish scolded Marlin.
“喂，小丑男，让这位女士猜。”另一条鱼责备马林。
Then they turned into an arrow. “It’s in that direction. And then you’re gonna follow that for about, uh, three leagues, and that little baby’s gonna float you right past Sydney.”
接着，他们又变成一个箭头。“它是朝那个方向流的。然后，要跟着它游大概，呃，三里格，那个小宝贝儿正好能把你们带到悉尼。”
“What you wanna do is follow the EAC. That’s, uh, East Australian Current,” the fish explained.
“你们要做的就是跟着东澳洋流走。就是，呃，东澳大利亚洋流。”这条鱼解释说。
“Great!” Marlin swam over. “That’s great! Dory, you did it!”
“太好了！”马林游过去，“这真是太好了！多莉，你帮了大忙！”
“Oh, please. I’m just your little helper — helpin’ along,” Dory said cheerfully.
“哦，别这么说。我只是你的小助手——一路帮忙。”多莉高兴地说。
The moonfish shifted places so that they looked like wavy lines in the water: the East Australian Current. “Big current — can’t miss it.”
翻车鱼变换了位置，这样它们看上去就像水里的波浪形：东澳大利亚洋流。“很大的洋流——不会找不到的。”
Dory turned and swam back to the moonfish. “Yes?”
多莉转身，游回翻车鱼身边，问道：“怎么了？”
Then she turned to catch up with Marlin, who was already on his way.
然后她转过身去追马林，他已经在赶路了。
“When you come to this trench,” the fish formed a picture of a long, narrow ditch with very steep sides. “Swim through it. Not over it!”
“当你遇到这条海沟时，”翻车鱼摆出两壁较陡的狭长壕沟的画面，说道，“直接穿过去。别从上面过！”
“Well, listen, fellahs, thank you,” Marlin called to the moonfish.
“好了，听着，伙计们，谢谢。”马林对翻车鱼喊道。
“Bye,” Dory said as she and Marlin swam off.
“再见。”多莉和马林一边游走一边说。
“Oh, hey, ma’am?” said the fish. “One more thing.”
“哦，嘿，女士？”翻车鱼说，“还有一件事。”
“Trench,” Dory repeated. “Through it. Not over it. I’ll remember!”
“海沟，”多莉重复着，“穿过去。别从上面过。我会记住的！”
“Don’t mention it. Just loosen up. Okay, buddy?” they replied.
“别客气。放轻松。好吗，老兄？”他们回答道。
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