You'll be waiting a long time, toots!

I hate you for turning me into this monster!

Keep it up, and I'll give that pack of dogs growing from your waist a bad case of fleas.

Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle...

Look, I'm sorry ships always come to my side of the strait, okay?

Gurgle, sputter, gurgle... !

You're an all-devouring whirlpool. They're all like Odysseus—they'd rather only lose whatever men I can eat off the boat instead of losing their whole ship to you.

GURGLE!

Okay, fine... Next time I'll toss a few sailors your way.

SPUTTER! SPUTTER!

OK, I'll toss six sailors your way.

GURGLE! SPUTTER! SPUTTER!

How can I toss a whole ship to you? I'm not big enough.

GURGLE! SPUTTER! SPUTTER! GURGLE! GURGLE!

Give me a break. It's not like you're going to starve. You're a whirlpool. You don't actually need to eat. For that matter, how can a whirlpool even type "gurgle" and "sputter"?

Shut up.

Ooooh, sorry I've just been really busy, you know?

Uh huh, and that doesn't have anything to do with the fact that I'm a big ugly monster now instead of a beautiful young nymph, right?

Come on baby, do you really think I'm that superficial?

Yes.

You just want me to come by so you can eat me.

No way.

Liar.

Okay, fine. But don't you deserve it?

For the last time, I thought Circe gave me a love potion, not a sea monster potion.

One day I will eat you.