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Ugly Fish: Oh, I'll try it. Hey! What kind of mirror is this!? | Ow! |
Ugly Fish: I'm glad they're closing this place down! Bubble Poppin' Boy: Hey there, kid. Ow! You little brat! I have had it! Three and a half weeks of working here and this is how I'm treated!? You're gonna have to pay for my shin-replacement surgery! Glove World Owner: I'm sorry you feel that way, but if we were to accommodate every employee- Bubble Poppin' Boy: Accommodate this, boss man! Glove World Owner: Great! Now where am I gonna find another mascot? Patrick: Mr. Owner, Mr. Owner! Can I wear the Glovey Glove costume? Please, please? I've always wanted to try it on. And also, this hat you lent me earlier is turning to get little worn out. See? Glove World Owner: Well, sure, why not? I mean, what could go wrong? Patrick: Thanks! Ice cream employee: Here you go, little boy. Monroe: Thanks! Patrick: Oh, oh! Glove ice cream! Thanks! Sandals: The park mascot, cutting in line? Monroe: And he stole my ice cream! Patrick: I thought he gave it to me. | Boy, the swing ride is really slowing down. That's something I can fix. Excuse me. Much better. Ooh. There. |
Gray Fish: Huh? Hey, I landed safely! All: Hey, we landed safely! Fish: He's insane! Run for your lives! Patrick: Come back here! | Patrick, stop! What are you doing? |
Patrick: I'm just trying to test their strength with this giant hammer. | Listen, Patrick, do you hear that? |
Patrick: Yeah, it's the sound of total silence. Plus tumbleweeds. | Everybody's gone home, Patrick. We couldn't fix Glove World, and now it's over. And they're gonna close it, and there's nothing we can do. |
Patrick: Well, there is one thing we can do. Glove World Owner: What are you doing? | We're doing what any concerned, responsible person does when they're left no other choice. |
Patrick: Yeah, brother! We're chaining ourselves to a gate. Glove World! Owner: Well, I hope you don't plan on staying chained for long. Or you'll miss the big grand opening tonight. SpongeBob and Patrick: The grand what? Glove World! Owner: The grand opening. The only reason we're closing down Glove World, it's because Glove Universe is opening tonight. See for yourself. SpongeBob and Patrick: Glove Universe?! Glove World Owner: Isn't she something? Well, you two have a good night. | Glove Universe grand opening! Are you ready, Patrick?! |
Patrick: You bet! | Okay, let's get out of the chains. Give me the key. |
Patrick: What key? | The key that I gave you. The key that unlocks these chains. |
Patrick: Oh, oh, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, you told me to keep that in a safe place, remember? | So where you keeping it? |
Patrick: At the bottom of Glove Lake. Where no one will ever find it! SpongeBob? Mr. Krabs: Oh, yeah. There we go. Plankton: Hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee! Fluoride to Desktop, I'm in a position to raise no suspicion, over. Karen: Cut the poetry, Wordsworth. Did you get Krabs' hair sample yet? Plankton: Keep your pants on, woman! I'm gonna steal his hairs right out of his razor. Mr. Krabs: I'll just grab the razor here... Plankton: Wait! No! Auugh! Plankton: Ehhh! Mr. Krabs: Now for the rest of it. Karen: Well, if it isn't my thieving husband. So did you bring me the— Hair? I only needed one. Plankton: Hee-hee-hee! You married a genius, Karen. Using the DNA of Krabs' hair and my own DNA from my antennae— Ouch! I will create a combo-clone of me and Krabs to finally steal the secret formula! Plankton: Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! Behold PlanKrab! PlanKrab: Heh-heh-heh. PlanKrab: Arr-arr-arr-arr-arr! Karen: How is this a good thing? Plankton: Wake up, Karen! The Plankton side will know everything the Krabs side knows! It'll be easier than taking candy from a baby. Karen: Mm, and we know how successful that was. Plankton: This is different! Isn't it, PlanKrab, my pretty? Now, here's my plan. PlanKrab: Don't waste your breath, Plankteron. I already mapped out the perfect plot to swipe that formuler-ererer! Plankton: Great! See you soon, P.K.! I love that guy. Well, half of him anyway. Still got a hair in there. Plankton: Where is PlanKrab with the secret formula? It's been over three minutes already! Plankton: All right, Two-Face, what's the big idea? What have you been doing all this time?! PlanKrab: Oh, nothing much-erer. Just stealin' the formuler-erer… Plankton: Uh-whaaa? PlanKrab: Taking over this restaurant-erer… SpongeBob and Squidward: Hooray for PlanKrab! He's the best boss ever! PlanKrab: And kicking Krabs out on his booty-erererer! Plankton: B-b-but how?! PlanKrab: All it took, me hearty, was a hearty handshake. The world's persuasive handshake, that is! It's me latest creation. Put her there-erer, matey. Plankton: An evil handshake. That's hands down the dumbest thing I ever— Huh? Oh. Ooh. Heh-heh, yeah. Oh, ooh, ahh, ahh. Yeah, yeah. Ahh! Yeah. Ohh-ho-ho! Oh, your handshake is exquisite! I'd believe anything you say. PlanKrab: Then believe this, swabby. I'll also be commandeer-ering the Chum Bucket from now on. Plankton: Ahh—ahh. Sounds great to me, P.K. PlanKrab: And I'm afraid your services are no longer required-ererered! Plankton: Gosh, I still can't get over this handshake. I'm over it now. Mr. Krabs: Plankton! Some creepy one-eyed crab took me restaurant! Plankton: Wait a minute. I think he took mine too! Mr. Krabs: I-I-I don't know what happened. But that was some handshake of his, huh? I mean...hoo—hoo! Plankton: Snap out of the handshake! It's a trick, Krabs! A dirty, beautiful trick! Nat Peterson: Say, this Krabby Patty tastes even better than usual. What's in it, SpongeBob? | Well, it's the same old patty, except now each one has a pinch of chum added. |
Plankton: A pinch of ch-ch-ch-chum? PlanKrab: Good work, me boy-o. | Wow! |
Mr. Krabs: Me boy-o? Plankton: There's only one way to get our restaurants back, Eugene. Mr. Krabs: You don't mean... Mr. Krabs and Plankton: We gotta work together...! Plankton: Hair. PlanKrab: Hey, what the... Mr. Krabs: He may have taken our restaurants, but we'll take his customers! PlanKrab: This way! Drive-thru! Literally. Plankton: All right, all right! I can't go any lower, Eugene! Please make it stop! Mr. Krabs: It looks like there's only one way out of this one, Sheldon. Plankton: Oh, no! You don't mean... Mr. Krabs: Yeah. I'm afraid so. PlanKrab: That'll be all for now, Spongematey. | Oh, could I just have one more handshake, Captain? |
PlanKrab: Sure as yer born. | Ooh…. |
PlanKrab: So you two scallywags want to work for me, eh? Mr. Krabs and Plankton: I wanna be the manager! PlanKrab: Well, you're both in luck. It just so happens I'm looking for two new manager-erers… Mr. Krabs: Ahh! Plankton: Yeah! PlanKrab: To manage me toilets! Mr. Krabs: Well, here's another fine mess you've gotten us into. Plankton: Hair. Plankton: The humiliation in here stinks! Mr. Krabs: This is all your fault, Plankton. I'm gonna keel haul yer face at lunchtime! Plankton: Why wait? Let's take a coffee break! Pow! Plankton: Swirly! Administrator Flotsam: Hey, I'm trying to read! Ahh! Hey! Administrator Flotsam: Two guys...fighting...toilet paper everywhere! PlanKrab: Oh, yeah? Who's defiling me rester-ereroom?! Plankton: He did it! Mr. Krabs: He did it! Mr. Krabs and Plankton: No, he did it! No, he did it! No, he did it! Green PlanKrab: Get off of him, Plankton! Red PlanKrab: It was obviously Krabs' fault! Green PlanKrab: Why are you siding with Plankton?! Red PlanKrab: Why are you siding with Krabs?! Plankton: They're arguing! Mr. Krabs: And splitting up! Green PlanKrab: Stop hitting myself! Red PlanKrab: Ow! Stop hitting myself! I'm sick of you! Green PlanKrab: What in Neptune's name is wrong with meself?! Mr. Krabs: Jeez, is that what we sound like? Plankton: I hope not, 'cause that's pathetic. Green PlanKrab and Red PlanKrab: I can't stop hitting myself, because I'm torn! Mr. Krabs: All right, you clones, I want a clean fight. No rough stuff. Go back to your corners when the bell rings and come out fighting. Plankton: But first, you gotta shake hands. Green PlanKrab: Well, fine. Red PlanKrab: Wow, this is a great handshake. Plankton: Splitting? So soon? Mr. Krabs: Oh, you. Plankton: Hair. Mr. Krabs: Here, me bucko. Let me get that for ya. Hairball: Freedom! Narrator: Closing time at the Krusty Krab. Mr. Krabs: 51, 52, 53... Squidward: 29, 30, 31... | One, two, three. One, two, three. |
Squidward: Mr. Krabs, can we please go now? Mr. Krabs: Perhaps, one of our more loyal workers can enlighten you on company policy. | The Krusty Krab Employee Manual; 2nd Revised Edition; Page 35; Section 19; Clause 3a, states: All staff must remain on the premises until the day's receipts are fully accounted for. |
Squidward: But that's not fair! | Clause 3b: The proprietor reserves the right to be unfair. |
Squidward: Teacher's pet. Mr. Krabs: Let's see... five, ten, 25, blue, apple sauce. Everything looks to be in order. Except... Where is it? Where is it? Squidward: What? Mr. Krabs: My dime! Me special dime, the first dime I ever made! I always keep it in the back of the register for luck! Squidward: Well, I've never seen it! Mr. Krabs: Hmm, are you prepared to say that with your hand on a stack of Interpretive Dance Quarterlys!? Squidward: Of course I'm... What are you saying? Mr. Krabs: Me? I ain't saying nothing that would matter to anyone who would be able to take a lie detector test! Squidward: You're saying something! Mr. Krabs: Heavens to Betsy, no. It's just that me lucky dime's gone missin', and you've been working the register all day! Squidward: Are you accusing me of something? Mr. Krabs: Well, the way I see it, there are three possibilities: One, you stole it. Two, you stole it? Or three — YOU STOLE IT!!! Squidward: I didn't take your precious dime! Mr. Krabs: Show me your tentacles! Squidward: What?! Mr. Krabs: I wanna see empty suction cups! Squidward: Here! Here! Here! See 'em?! Mr. Krabs: You... you can't do that to me! I'm your boss! Squidward: Not anymore, Mr. Krabs! I QUIT! | No. Whew. |
Squidward: I'm outta here! | Squidward, you're making a big mistake! |
Squidward: Mistake? Ha! The only mistake I ever made was wasting my life at the Krusty Krab! | But a visit to the Krusty Krab makes everyone happy! And what could be better than serving up smiles? |
Squidward: Being dead, or anything else. | I never knew you felt so strongly about it. |
Squidward: Where have you been? | Well, I guess I can't stop you. But Squidward, it's a cold, cold world out there. No one's going to serve you happiness on a silver platter. |
Norma Rechid: Free sample? | Cookies! |
Squidward: Can I have one-? | Anyways, I just want you to know. If you ever get in trouble, come find me. I'll take care of you. 'Cause you and me... ...we're like brothers. Only closer. |
Squidward: SpongeBob, I don't need your help. I am ready to unlock my potential. I could be anything I set my mind to. I could be a football player, or a king, or a spaceman. | Or a football playing king in space... with a mustache. |
Squidward: Yeah... uh-huh. Ya know, that reminds me, there's been something I've been wanting to say to you since the day we met... goodbye. Next time you see me, this town will be eating out of the palm of my hands! Spare change? Spare change, ma'am? | Squidward? Squidward, is that you? |
Squidward: Uh, I, uh... | It's me, SpongeBob. We used to work together. |
Squidward: SpongeBob? | There ya go. So, where you living these days? |
Fish: Squidward Tentacles? Squidward: Yes? Fish: Sign here, please. Squidward: Uh... nowhere. | Great. And what have you been doing with yourself? No, wait, let me guess! Hmmm...I see you've been working on that mustache, the tattered clothes, the awful smell... you're a football player? |
Squidward: No. | A spaceman? |
Squidward: No! | A football playing king in space- |
Squidward: Don't you get it?! I'M A LOSE-E-ER! I've lost my job, my home, EVERYTHING! | Even your paintings!? |
Squidward: Nobody would take them, so I had to eat them! | There, there. You can come live with me. Here you go, Squidward. You can sleep in my bed. |
Squidward: Okay, but just until I get a job. One day... two days tops. | Nonsense. You stay as long as you need to. Good night, my little angel. Breakfast is ready! You're gonna need to build up your strength again so I laid out a big buffet for you. |
Squidward: And in bed, too? Aw, thanks, SpongeBob. SpongeBob, I... | Ahh! Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh. Here comes the plane. |
Squidward: It's really nice of you to help me in my time of need. I'll try not to be a burden. | It's no trouble. Is there anything else I can do for you, winner? |
Squidward: No, no, no. You've already... well... | Oh, wow. Nurturing a broken spirit sure is a lot of work. I'm bushed. Still, it feels nice to do good. Good night, Gary. |
Squidward: SpongeBob, can I get a glass of water? Thank you. | Good night. |
Squidward: SpongeBob, could I get some more blankets? | Here you go. |
Squidward: Thank you. SpongeBob, you forgot to turn out the light! | Good night. |
Gary: Meow. | Gary! Squidward is not a freeloader and he would never take advantage of me. |
Narrator: Three weeks later... | He's just having a hard time getting his confidence back. |
Narrator: Many months later... | I'm sure he's close to a breakthrough. |
New Narrator: So much later that the old narrator got tired of waiting and they had to hire a new one. Gary: Meow, meow, meow. | I KNOW HE STILL ISN'T LOOKING FOR WORK! DON'T RUB IT IN!! |
Squidward: SpongeBob, where's my lemonade? | Coming, Squidward... |
Squidward: SPONGEBOB?! SPONGEBOB?! And why aren't you in uniform? It's about time you got here! | Here you go, Your Majesty. |
Squidward: I can't drink that. | Why not? |
Squidward: Are you blind? Just look at it. | What about it? |
Squidward: That lemon has three seeds in it. That's an odd number! I can't eat anything odd numbered. | Fine, I'll just take it out. |
Squidward: No! No! IT'S ALREADY CONTAMINATED BY THE BAD LEMON! It won't work. | Hmmm... that's two things in this house that won't work. |
Squidward: Then go fix them. | Two things that won't work! |
Squidward: I've changed my mind. I want soup instead. | Okay. Don't move. Here you go. It's alphabet soup. I made it special. |
Squidward: Condensed soup from a can? Disgusting. Now you've ruined my appetite. Go fetch me something to read! | Oh, okay. How about this? |
Squidward: GET THAT AWAY FROM ME. You know I'm allergic to newsprint! | Haha, ya know, when you swatted that newspaper out of my hands, it reminded me of something a friend of mine did... at his JOB! |
Squidward: 4:00. Time for my stories. Hurry up, they won't hold the show while you laze around. Puppet #1: Hey, where ya goin'? Puppet #2: To my job! Puppet #1: You have a job? Puppet #2: Why wouldn't I!? I'm not some lazy, inconsiderate jerk who lays in bed all day! Puppet #1: Say, where can I get one of these... jobs? Puppet #2: Oh, they're everywhere! Especially if you're green and have six tentacles! Puppet #1: Thanks. I'm gonna go look for one so I can stop... | ...mooching off my friends and they can get back to their lives! |
Squidward: This isn't my show. SpongeBob, the remote control is broken! Get over here and fix it! | I've got a better idea! Why don't I call someone whose JOB it is to fix it!? You know why?! Because when I need a JOB done, I get someone with a JOB TO DO THAT JOB!! |
Squidward: ...What are you saying? Mr. Krabs: Donate to the children's fund? Why?! What have children ever done for me? | You want your dime back?! TAKE IT!!! Now Squidward can come back, right? |
Mr. Krabs: Wrong. That ain't my first dime. | Then have some more dimes! I've got plenty of 'em! |
Mr. Krabs: You can't put a price on me first dime. And I can't forgive that thieving bilge rat Squidward for stealing it! | LISTEN, YOU CRUSTACEOUS CHEAPSKATE! SQUIDWARD'S BEEN LIVING AT MY HOUSE, DRIVING ME CRAZY! AND YOU'RE NOT GONNA HIRE HIM BACK ALL BECAUSE OF A STUPID DIME?! What's that? |
Mr. Krabs: Me first dime! Oh, Dimey, I'll never lose you again! | This is a dime? |
Mr. Krabs: I've been in business a long time, boy. | So, if Squidward never stole the dime, he can come back to work, right? |
Mr. Krabs: Aye, lad, just let the dime and me have our privacy. Mr. Krabs: Well, Mr. Squidward, it's good to have ya back. Squidward: Well, it's kind of good to be back, sir. Mr. Krabs: It's all water under the bridge now. Squidward: I agree, sir. Mr. Krabs: After all, I'm sure ya didn't mean to misplace me dime. Squidward: What the... what are you saying? Mr. Krabs: Well, it's obvious that ya put the dime in me pants. Dimes just don't fly into people's pants. Squidward: Are you accusing me of something? Mr. Krabs: Well, the way I see it, there are three possibilities: One, you put the dime in me pants. Two, you put the dime in me pants? OR THREE — YOU PUT THE DIME IN ME PANTS!!!!! | Oh, I've got ya now, Gary. |
Gary: Meow? | Tag, you're it! Gary will never find me here! Uh-oh. Tag! Now I'm it! |
Patrick: Hi SpongeBob, what are you doing? | Gary and I are playing tag. You wanna join us? |
Patrick: Oh boy, would I! | Okay, Tag, you're it! |
Patrick: I'm it! I'm it, I'm it, I'm it, I'm it! Tag, you're it! I win, I win! What's with Gary? He sounds like a motor boat! | That's just a snail's way of saying he likes you! |
Patrick: It tickles! | Well, I guess it's time for me and the Gare-Bear to get going. Come on, Gary. Boy, I can't wait to hit the hay. What about you, Gary? Gary? Gary? |
Patrick: Brush brush brush, brush brush brush… | Hey Patrick, have you seen Gary? |
Patrick: Brush brush brush, Brushin' everywhere… Nope. Oh, hey, here he is! | Come on Gary, we gotta let Patrick go to sleep. |
Patrick: Well, I don't mind SpongeBob. In fact, why don't you Gary stay over at my house tonight? | Hey, that's a great idea! |
Patrick: A sleep-over! Oh boy, oh boy! This is gonna be great, Gary. We can stay up till dawn and watch scary movies and eat popcorn and play board games… | Gee, this is great. My two best friends in the whole sea having a sleepover. |
Patrick: And then we'll make a house of cards, and then we'll read some comic books… | OK, you two have a good time. I'll see you tomorrow. |
Patrick: Blah blah blah blah blah… | I'm awake! |
Patrick: Hey, SpongeBob! | Hey, guys, how was the sleepover? |
Patrick: Great, SpongeBob. Watch this! Wherever I go, Gary follows! See? | Come on, Gary! Try and catch meeee! Isn't this great, Gary? Me running around and you chasing me? You're not chasing me… |
Patrick: Come on, Gary, let's play a different game. | Who-ho-ho-ho! Look out! I'm right in front of… …you… What's wrong with me? Do I offend? Hey, Gary! Gary, look! It's your favorite ball! Hey, Gary, look! Snail-nip! Huh? Huh-huh? Help, Gary, help! Help me! Oh, merciful Neptune! I closed the window on my head! All right, that's it! Gary, you stop this foolishness, right now. Gary the Snail, answer me when I'm talking to you! Okay, that's it, mister! You are coming home with me this instant! Say goodbye to Patrick, Gary. |
Patrick: Hold it right there, DadMom AngryPants! | What's that supposed to mean? |
Patrick: I don't know, but I do know Gary knows who he wants to go with. Now, I suggest that you put him down and let him choose. | Fine, but I would like to remind him who it was who fed him and housed him and sat on his bedside when he was sick and massaged his eyestalks when his eyes were sore! Okay, Gary, go ahead, show him. Okay, Gary, come to me! Come on, come on, Gary! Come on, come here, Gary! Uh, wrong way, Gary. G-Gary, turn around! Gary, no, Gary, no, no, no! Don't do it, Gary! |
Patrick: Well, well, well… I guess that answers that question. So long, SpongeBob. Me and Gary got stuff to do. | Okay, fine, if that's how you want to thank me… ...for all that I've done?! I guess you're not coming back, Gary. I don't need Gary! I'll just find another pet! Yeah, it'll be better than Gary! I'm going to get a pet that won't go off with my best friend! Hi, guys! Say hello to my new pal Rex! Not only is he loyal, but he knows tricks, too! Watch and learn. Sit, Rex, sit! Roll over, Rex, roll over! Now stay, Rex, stay! Good boy, Rex! Who's a good boy? Who's a good boy? Who's a good boy? I'm sure glad we went our separate ways, Gary. A worm really is the pet for me. So loyal, so trusting, always by my side! Who needs worms anyway? Welcome home, newest bestest friend. Come on out, don't be shy. You remind me of someone I once knew. A certain someone whose name will not be spoken in this household. Come on, let me show you around, Lary. |
Lary: Meow. | And now, Lary, I present to you… dinner time! Ta-da. Bon appetite, Lary. Okay, maybe later. This is where you sleep, Lary. Uh, that's where I… I guess you can sleep there… I'll sleep down here. Well, good night, Lary. Hey, Lary, want to hear a joke? Aw, Gary used to love this one! What do you call a snail on a ship? A snailor! Don't you get it, Lary? A snailor. Gosh, Lary is sure different than Gary. And Gary and Lary are real different than Jerry. Oh, Gary, why did you have to go?! Why, Gary?! Why…?! Why, why, why, why, why, why?! Gary? |
Patrick: Hi, SpongeBob. | Oh, hello, Patrick. |
Gary: Meow. | Hello, Gary. |
Patrick: Would it be all right if me and Gary did some laundry around here? | Laundry? But… we used to do laundry… |
Patrick: And uh, SpongeBob, could we borrow some soap? | Soap? But… we used to use soap. Do you want 'Fresh Scent' or 'Heavy Du'… |
Patrick: Here it comes… | Du… du… duuuuu… ttyyyyy! Gary! Please come back, Gary! Please come home! I'm a wreck without you! I know. If you come back, there'll be a new no-rules rule. You can do whatever you want, when you want. If you feel like rippin' the sofa, then you rip it up! And the litter box? Forget about it! The world is your litter box! And you don't even have to wait around for me to feed you anymore! 24-hour fridge access! And you don't even have to use a bowl! And I know how much you like my prized drift wood carving of Squidward. Well, think of it as your own personal scratching post! What do you think, Gary? Won't it be fun, Gary? |
Patrick: How pathetic… | Gary…? |
Patrick: I'm sorry, SpongeBob. But Gary's with me now. You had your chance and you failed. You have to stop living in the past. Face it, SpongeBob, you're only hurting yourself. It's what Gary wants, and what Gary wants is me! Right, Gary? He only liked me for my shorts! | No, Patrick. He wanted the cookie in your pocket! |
Gary: Meow. | G-G-Gary? Whee! Oh, Gary, I knew you'd never leave me! Aww… Let's go for a walk, pal! |
Patrick: Gary? I thought what we had was special...! Squidward: I love waking up to my own circadian rhythm without the aid of an alarm clock. | Morning, Squidward. I waited for you to stop sleeping like you asked. So, you got any plans for the day, Squidward? Okay, Squidward, I'll catch ya later! Hi, Squidward, wanna play? |
Squidward: No, and leave me alone! | Okay, Squidward, see ya later. |
Squidward: Ah, the blank canvas. Infinite possibilities. All of the colors of the known and unknown universe hiding on my palate. The artist approaches, ready to create. | Hey, Squidward, wanna play? Okay, Squidward, see ya later. |
Squidward: Perhaps I can find solitude in the printed word. | Hey, Squidward, wanna play? Okay, Squidward, see ya later. Hi, Squidward, wanna play hide-and-seek? |
Squidward: Okay, SpongeBob, you hide first. Oh, no, where'd he go? I guess he wins. Defeat has never tasted so sweet. Yello? | How 'bout a game of hangman? |
Squidward: How 'bout a game of hang up? Well, I guess this brings an end to my luxuriating. | How about Duck, Duck, Hermit Krab? Hopscotch? Squidward Says? Steal the Bacon? Sleeping Sea Lions? Sharks & Minnows? Sink the Submarine? Kings & Queens? Mahjong? Whoa, I've never played this game before. What's it called? |
Squidward: It's called, I will never play with you... ...ever! | Something tells me Squidward doesn't wanna play today. That's it. If I can't play with the real Squidward... I'll just make one of my own! |
Squidward: I think that moron finally gets it! I don't want to see or hear him for the... SpongeBob! Will you make that racket stop?! SpongeBob, you open this door right this... Mini Squid: Hello, Squidward. Squidward! It's me, Mini Squidward! Squidward: What are you doing, SpongeBob? Mini Squid: Hello, Squidward. Squidward: What manner of annoying scheme is this? | Just say hello to him, Squidward. You know how sensitive he is. |
Squidward: Hi. Now, SpongeBob, what the...? | Uhh, Squidward, he prefers to be addressed by his full name. |
Squidward: Hello, Squidward. Mini Squid: Wondrous weather we're having, eh, Squidward, old pal? Squidward: SpongeBob, what is the meaning of this? Mini Squid: SpongeBob made a replacement you: me. So when you you don't want to play, SpongeBob will play with me-you. Squidward: So, you'll be filling in for me when SpongeBob wants to play one of his stupid games? Mini Squid: Yeah. Squidward: Oh, Thank you, thank you, thank you! Woo-hoo-hoo! Mini Squid: Three words. Movie title. 12 Angry Jellyfish. | How does he do it? Right again, Squiddy. You little charades master, you. |
Patrick: Squidward, you look a little different. Wow. Have you been working out? | Actually, Patrick, this is... |
Patrick: D'oh, hold it, SpongeBob. Ooh, I know. You shaved your beard. Squidward: Alright now, who has the Krabby Patty and who has the Krabby Patty? See... 'cause... they're both... krabby. | Good one, Mini Squid! You are always such a ray of sunshine. Are you ready for another fabulous day of work at the Krusty Krab? |
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