He spoke my language.
I was in kindergarten with a squeaky, Caribbean twang when Little Mermaid was first released, he was the only cartoon character I could relate to.
He suffered for his craft.
De perfah-rmance was ruined, campletely destroyed!
He wasn’t putting up with any crap.
Ariel’s life would have been a cautionary tale if not for his sassiness.
He gave great relationship advice.
You have to puck up yo lips like dis…
He was fearless.
He didn’t let his diminutive size stop him.
He wasn’t afraid to express himself.
We know, she’s ridiculous.
He was multi-dimensional.
He felt all the feels.
He’d have your back no matter what.
Hello, Les Poissons? Anyone willing to risk being cooked for my well being, is a keeper.
He made mistakes and that’s ok.
Correction, seaweed is not found in a lake.
He was a triple threat: singer, dancer and composer.
He’s one of the greats.