Yes.

Fiona: And what of my groom-to-be? Lord Farquaad? What’s he like?

Shrek: Well, let me put it this way, princess.

(Shrek dumps Fiona to the ground unceremoniously and heads to a nearby pond to wash up)

Shrek: Men of Farquaad’s stature are in…“short” supply.

(he chuckles and Donkey joins in)

Donkey: I don’t know, Shrek. There are those who think…“little” of him.

(They laugh even harder)

Fiona: Stop it. Stop it, both of you. You’re just jealous that you can never measure up to a great ruler like Lord Farquaad.

Shrek: Yeah, well, maybe you’re right, princess. But I’ll let you do the…“measuring”…when you see him tomorrow.