Gramma Tala: The ocean chose you. Follow the fish hook. And when you find Maui... you grab him by the ear. You say... "I am Moana of Motunui. You will board my boat... sail across the sea... and restore the heart of Te Fiti."

Moana: I can't leave you.

Gramma Tala: There is nowhere you could go that I won't be with you.