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Mr. Krabs: I, uhh... | And watch this, Mr. Krabs. And this, and this, and this, and this, and this, and this, and this, and this, and this, and this, and this, and this, and this, and this, and this. |
Mr. Krabs: I gotta go to my office! I can still hear it! It's still coming through! The infernal squeak! Those boots have got to go! And I need an aspirin. | Gary, these boots have changed my life. I'm never taking them off. |
Gary: Meow. | Good night, Gary. |
Mr. Krabs: Ah, quiet money. Silence and money. | Mr. Krabs! |
Mr. Krabs: What is it, my boy? | Oh, Mr. Krabs, I'm sorry! Sorry! Sorry! I'm sorry! |
Mr. Krabs: It's okay, son. | No, it's not okay! I lost the boots! Your valuable boots, it's my fault, I let you down! Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Ohh, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry. |
Mr. Krabs: Hold it, boy! It's not the end of the world. | Yes, it is! |
Mr. Krabs: Look, don't cry. I got some, uhh, some magic oven mitts! | They're not the same! You were right. I wasn't ready for those blessed boots. |
Mr. Krabs: Poor lad. Tom: Excuse me? Mr. Krabs: I didn't do it! Ohh, heh-heh, can I help ya? Tom: Yeah, I'm ready to order. Mr. Krabs: What'll ya have? Tom: I'll take a . Mr. Krabs: What did you say? Tom: I said, I'll take a . Mr. Krabs: Huh? | I heard his order, Mr. Krabs. He says he wants . |
Mr. Krabs: What? Tom: And a . Mr. Krabs: Huh? Huh? I didn't write that! | Could the world's greatest fry cook do this?... And this, and this, and this, and this, and this, and this... |
Mr. Krabs: Stop it! Stop... it! Oh, oh, don't you hear it?! Yes, I did it! I did it! I took the boots! They're here, under the floorboards! Oh, please, make it stop! It's the squeaking of the hideous boots! I'm sorry! But I can't take the infernal squeakin' no more! The deed is done. | Umm, why did you eat my boots, Mr. Krabs? |
Mr. Krabs: Because, lad, you didn't need 'em. It's not the boots, it's the boot-ee. I mean, uh, the person... in the boots. You're a great fry cook. | You really think so, Mr. Krabs? |
Mr. Krabs: I do, son. Here's the paycheck I owe you. Plus a bonus! I need a vacation. | Bye, Mr. Krabs! |
Mr. Krabs: Ah, a long week away from Bikini Bottom is exactly what I need, just me and my darling daughter Pearl. Pearl: Don't forget my new flipper slippers, Daddy! Mr. Krabs: Darling, I won't. Oh, no. | ♪Oh, I've got an whole new attitude♪ |
Squidward: Oh, is that supposed to be singing? I am putting that one on SpongeBob. Would you clam up, SpongeBob? I am trying to paint in here! | ♪I cherish my fellow residents...♪ |
Squidward: SpongeBob, why are you doing this? | Oh, I'm just displaying for all to see an attitude of gratitude! |
Squidward: Gratitude? You've been wallowing in filth all morning. What could you possibly be grateful for? | Hit it, boys! ♪Oh, I've got an whole new attitude. A lifetime subscription to gratitude. Friend, you've got to change your latitude. Live an attitude of gratitude, I'm grateful for the life I'm living. Who knows how long I will have it? I'm thankful for all I've been given. We make appreciation a habit. There's no time like the present day to have a present come your way! |
Slimy trash can monsters: All you have to do it grab it! | So now I think that you will see. |
Slimy trash can monsters: You'll see. | There's nothing more you need. My friend, this ain't no platitude. |
Slimy trash can creatures: Platitude! | Just an attitude of gratitude.♪ |
Slimy trash can creatures: Gratitude! | Or, in your case, Squidward, an attitude of hattitude! |
Squidward: Keep your hat and your gratitude! Because having you as a neighbor has left me with nothing to be grateful for! | Wow, Squidward, you should really consider getting your plumbing looked at. |
Squidward: This is your fault! | Don't worry, buddy. I can give you a hand. |
Squidward: No, you have helped me enough. I don't want your help ever again! | No problem, pal. |
Squidward: Moron. Stupid pipe! Oh, great. Now I'm late for work. Pardon me! Scooter: Whoa! Slow down, Speedster! Squidward: Go jump in a coral pit. Mr. Krabs: Mr. Squidward, how many times do I have to tell you? The customers' jokes are always funny! Now, give the gentlemen a chuckle. Squidward: Ha ha ha. Scooter: I knew you would eventually get it, dude. Squidward: Stop staring, SpongeBob. You're affecting my productivity. Sandals: I would like to order one Krabby Patty. Squidward: That'll be three dollars. Sandals: Do you accept pennies? Squidward: I don't have time to count all that! Sandals: Oh, well, have it your way. I'll just take my loose change elsewhere! Squidward: Oh, please do, I'm trying to get some work done here. Sheesh, some people just want to waste your time. Hey, buddy! How am I supposed to focus with all of that incessant tapping? And what do you think you're doing, sir? Nat: I'm holding the door for the nice lady. Squidward: No, you're not. You're leaving your grubby finger prints all over the glass! And now yours truly is gonna have to clean it up! Why does everyone insist on making my job so difficult?! You always leave trash on the table! Your teeth chatter! Your hat annoys me! You take too long in the restroom! And SpongeBob, would you quit singing that song? | What's the matter, Squidward? Don't you have an attitude of gratitude? |
Squidward: SpongeBob, I hate my job, and I live in a dead end town with neighbors I can't stand. I'm the most miserable person in Bikini Bottom! What do I have to be thankful for? | Well, it could be worse. |
Squidward: How could life in Bikini Bottom possibly get any worse? Nat: Mount Bikini Bottom's erupting! | That's how. |
Lloyd: Cool. Scooter: Look, the roof! Mr. Krabs: Eh, ya lemmings. Afraid of a little lavar? CASHY! No! Make it stop raining fiery destruction! | Sorry to interrupt your crying, Mr. Krabs, but shouldn't we get to a place that at least doesn't have a roof with lava coming through it? Fear not, shelter can't be far a- |
Mr. Krabs: Oh, why even bother, SpongeBob? Can't you see? Civilization as we know is crumbling to dust! Civic orders is in tatters. It's every man for himself, there's no other way. I'm gonna need your life essence! Old Woman: What are you boys doing out still? Plenty of room at the Volcano Shelter! Hey, but no more roughhousing, you got that?! Mr. Krabs: Oh, yes. Of course, ma'am. Try and behave yourselves, fellers. Mayor: No need to get excited, citizens. The government is working tirelessly to defeat this evil volcano. Billy: What are we gonna do? Mayor: Don't worry. We've got it under control. Billy: Under control? Half the city's on fire! You call THAT under control? Huh? Do ya? The end is near, Mayor. Harold: That guy's on to something. What are you hiding from us, Mayor? Do you have some secret? Is the end near? | Mr. Mayor! Mr. Mayor, please. I've got something. |
Mayor: Oh! Yes, boy? How do you propose we stop the volcano? | Actually, I just had a question about these parking tickets. I don't have a car. |
Squidward: Oh, boy. Moron. Mayor: We're doomed! Dolphin Warrior: You fools! Mayor: Who are you? Dolphin Warrior: I am an ancient warrior from long ago. The last of my kind who ruled over the ocean from before the dawn of time. But, alas, my people were wiped out by the same volcano that plagues you now. Harold: Then how did you survive? Dolphin Warrior: I survived, because I was the only one who knew how to stop it! Harold: Well, don't keep us in suspense. How did you stop it? Dolphin Warrior: You must make... a sacrifice! Harold: What kind of sacrifice? Dolphin Warrior: A sacrifice must be made of the most miserable person. Harold: I knew it! We have to sacrifice the most miserable person! Monica: And who would that be? Harold: Well, it certainly isn't me! | Hey, Squidward, who do you think is the most miserable person? |
Squidward: Don't know, don't care. | But, Squidward, it's imperative that we... |
Squidward: But, Squidward, it is imperative that we... Nothing! I think I'd rather take my chances with the volcano than be stuck in this miserable barnacle hole with you and the citizens of Dumb-Dumb Town! Man: Oh, oh, we're idiots now! Oh, nice! Nice! Woman: I'm a solitary smart woman. Squidward: What? Male Fish: Miserable Squidward! Oh, you are miserable! Squidward: You idiots! You've got the wrong guy! Dale: We heard you complaining about the fingerprints. Nat: And the foot tapping. Sandals: And my loose change. Mabel: And my teeth! And his hat! Scooter: And you called your pipe stupid. Lloyd: And the fact that you said you were the most miserable person in Bikini Bottom! Squidward: I'm the most miserable person in Bikini Bottom! Oh, would you just... Let me down, you goons! Mayor: Sorry, Mr. Tentacles. Throw him in, fellas. Squidward: No! | Wait! It is I who makes Squidward miserable. Throw me in instead. |
Mayor: Works for me. Squidward: Well, I'm glad that y'all came to your senses. Bunch of ingrates. Come on, SpongeBob. Jump in. | Squidward! |
Squidward: SpongeBob, help! | I'd love to, Squidward, but you said to not help you ever again! And that being my neighbor left you with nothing to be grateful for. I made a promise! |
Squidward: I take it back! Please SpongeBob, I didn't mean any of that! I do appreciate your friendship. I am grateful. I'm... I'm... I'm grateful for the life I'm living! Who knows how long I'll have it? I learned that from you, remember? Goodbye, everyone! Huh? | Squidward, I always knew you felt that way. Aw, buddy. Thanks for finally opening up to us. |
Squidward: My house! Dolphin Warrior: Ah, now the volcano is appeaved! Squidward: But I thought you said a sacrifice had to be made of the most miserable person. Dolphin Warrior: No! You didn't let me finish. I was trying to say, a sacrifice of the most miserable person's house. No one ever listens to me. Squidward: You know SpongeBob, in light of everything that just happened... I lied to you. I am not grateful for anything! I mean look at me. I don't even have a roof to sleep under, anymore! | Well, I wouldn't say that. |
Squidward: Go away. Plankton: What is going on here?! Karen: What's wrong now? Plankton: Same as always, look, empty again! Karen: So what are you gonna do about it? Plankton: I don't know anymore! Karen: Hey, hey, hey, why don't you just work on a new recipe? Plankton: What's the point? I haven't had a customer in years! Nat: Hello! Plankton: Away with you! Can't you see that I'm self-loathing here? Nat: Sorry, I just wanted a Chum Stick. Plankton: What?! Nat: Yes, I'd like one of your Chum Sticks. Plankton: You're kidding right? Nat: No, I'm serious, I want a Chum Stick. Plankton: Uh, okay if you insist. Oh, no, please don't sue me! I can't believe someone actually enjoys my chum! Nat: Now this was so good, I'm going to have to come back tomorrow. Here you go. See you in the morning. Plankton: Did you see that? I didn't even have to threaten his life! He loved it! Karen: How'd you pull that off? Plankton: Well it's simple, finally someone came in who has good taste. And he's coming back tomorrow! Excuse me, Karen, but I've gotta whip up some more. Now, I wait. I wait until he returns. I wait. I wait. I wait. I wait. Narrator: 8 hours later... Plankton: Huh? Nat? Hello? Huh? What? Uh, it's closing time. I should have known it was too good to be true. Nat: Hey! Plankton: Well, hello, Nat! Nat: I came back like I said yesterday. Plankton: You certainly did, didn't you? Nat: I'd like another Chum Stick, please. Plankton: Well, it's your lucky day, Nat. I happen to have a quite delectable one, right here. Nat: Oh, boy! Plankton: Is it okay? Nat: Okay?! It's perfection! Hey, how about I have another? Plankton: You betcha! Nat: Whoo, boy! I cannot believe how good these things are. Plankton: Oh, well, you know. Nat: All right, see you tomorrow. Plankton: What?! You're coming back again? Nat: Oh, you know it! And the day after that, and the next week after that! You've got a regular customer on your hands! Plankton: Oh, my, this is amazing! At last, I've got my revenge! Mr. Krabs: ♪Rolling, rolling, rolling! Money keeps on rolling along!♪ One more time! No way, Plankton! You're not getting me formula this time or any time! Plankton: Don't bother. There's no need. Mr. Krabs: What are you talking about? Plankton: I'm just saying I no longer need to copy you, Krabs. I've got my own winning recipe now. Mr. Krabs: You're really funny man! You think you can compete with me? Look Plankton, look at all these loyal customers. Loyal to me, Plankton, not to you! Nat: Hey, Plankton, can I get another one of your delicious Chum Sticks? Plankton: But of course, loyal customer. I'll see you later, loser. Much later! Mr. Krabs: Oh, no! How can this be? Boy, front and center! | Yes, sir! |
Mr. Krabs: Plankton's trying to overthrow me business! He's got a customer that actually likes his food! You've gotta get that guy back on our side with a couple of Krabby Patties. | Oh, you can count on me, sir. Pardon me, you smart fellow. Down here. Why settle for Plankton's lumpy chum, when you can enjoy a steaming Krabby Patty for free? |
Nat: No thanks. | Barnacles! There he is. Just in time for breakfast. Oh, I am such a clumsy oaf. I sure hope nothing happens to this Krabby Patty while I step carefully over this rock here. Oh, no! Too late! No! No! Oops. Oops. Oops. Oops. Oops. Oops. Come on, Nat. Just one accidental bite! I see you're not hungry right now, but I'm telling you, that Krabby Patty is gonna make a great snack later. |
Nat: Yeah, do me a favor. From now on, keep those Shabby Patties to yourself. | Oh, fishpaste! |
Plankton: Nat, back all ready? That's the fifth time today. Not that I'm surprised. Karen, babe, fetch Nat another plate of that sweet chum. Karen: Yes, Your Diminutiveness. Plankton: Say, Nat, do you have any friends? Nat: Nope. Plankton: Would you hurry up with that chum, Karen?! | Yeah, yeah, yeah, keep your tiny pants on Plankton, bleep bloop. There's your chum, bleep blap blop. |
Nat: Hey, this doesn't look like chum. Plankton: And that doesn't look like Karen! | Why, don't be ridiculous, my husband, bleep blap. Of course it's me. |
Plankton: What have you done with Karen, you brute?! Nat: How many times do I have to tell you? I don't want to eat your trash! Plankton's chum is my favorite breakfast, lunch, and dinner! I love chum! So forget it! I don't want to eat anything else! | So you're saying that you love chum? And all that you ever eat is chum? |
Nat: Yeah! Th-that's right! | Interesting. |
Nat: A shortcut to the Chum Bucket? Hmm. That must be for me. SpongeBob and Mr. Krabs: Welcome, valued customer! Nat: This isn't the Chum Bucket. Mr. Krabs: Why go to the Chum Bucket when the Krusty Krab has added tasty chum to our menu? Nat: That's okay, I only eat Chum Bucket brand chum. Mr. Krabs: But we've developed a special recipe for the most discerning chum lovers. Besides, I locked all the exits until you give it a try. So what do you say? You like it? Nat: It's... Mr. Krabs: Yeah? Nat: It's... Mr. Krabs: Well, what do you think? Nat: It's the second foulest thing I've ever tasted! I'm going back to Plankton's chum. Mr. Krabs: What am I going to do?! I can't let Plankton have so much as one single customer! I just can't afford it! | I guess you'll have to make Chum that's as good as Plankton's. |
Mr. Krabs: But to do that, I need to know how Plankton makes his Chum. That's it boyo! Where could it be? There! Plankton's secret formula! It's gotta be in here... Plankton: What do you think Krabs, baby? This time I caught you trying to steal my secret formula! Ironic, isn't it? Mr. Krabs: Unfortunately, I have no way of knowing. You see, crabs are not born with an innate inkling of irony. Plankton: Ouch, double irony! | Triple irony, Plankton! Though you nabbed Krabs trying to steal your formula, I'm still here to foil your evil plans! So, it's like a dollop of irony on top of an ironic twist. I mean, just think about that. You know, in a weird way, it's like we never left the... |
Plankton: Good thing I sprang for the dual spoon installation. Karen: Call it a computer's intuition, but I sense your regular approaching, with an unusually large wad of cash. Mr. Krabs: Look at all that loot! Plankton: That's right, Krabs! And you're going to have to keep looking when my customer comes in and pays me for my chum! Mr. Krabs: D'oh, just put me out of me misery! Plankton: Back for more of my delicious chum, I see! Nat: Not this time. Plankton and Mr. Krabs: Huh? Nat: Not ever again! The deal's off, computer! I can't eat another bite of that slop, no matter how much you pay me! Plankton: Ha-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-huh? Nat: I have eaten ten of those things, and I've all ready had to go to the doctor...twice! If you need me, I'll be getting my stomach pumped, again. Plankton: What's the deal, Karen? Karen: The deal was that I paid Nat to eat your chum, so you'd quit your constant complaining. Plankton: All this time, I never had one regular customer? Karen: Duh. Plankton: Should have known! Why would anyone ever eat my slop? Karen: Uhh, there he goes again. Cut it out, Plankton! Plankton: What? It's just obvious that I'm a complete failure, and a waste of a lower life form! Oh, woe is me! | Quickly, now is the time to beat a hasty retreat! |
Mr. Krabs: What? And miss this? I've never enjoyed meself more! This irony's pretty good stuff! Mr. Krabs: Finished! At last. What do you boys think of my masterpiece? | New business hours: 6 a.m. to 11 p.m. |
Squidward: What?! That is totally unfair! | Squidward's right. That's totally unfair! Couldn't we get to work earlier than 6:00 a.m.? Like 5:30 a.m.? Or 5:00 a.m.? Or 4:00 a.m.? Or-- |
Squidward: Zip it! Mr. Krabs: What the...?! The Chum Bucket open 23 hours?! So, that little piece of flotsam Plankton thinks he can stay open longer than me, does he? Fish: Sure. I don't know. Why not? Mr. Krabs: Well, he's wrong! Fish: Oh, okay. Sure. Mr. Krabs: As of now, the Krusty Krab is open 24 hours! | Did you hear that, Squidward? We get to keep working and working and working without ever having to go home! I've got to pinch myself, because I must be dreaming. Well, I'm not dreaming. |
Plankton: Open 24 hours, eh? I knew he couldn't resist staying open later than me. My evil plan is working perfectly. He'll run his employees into the ground, and when SpongeBob's mind finally cracks from exhaustion, I'll get him to tell me the secret Krabby Patty formula! Why aren't you laughing? Karen: I've heard this joke before. Mr. Krabs: All right, everybody. The Krusty Krab is entering day 3 of non-stop service! Let's give it up for day 3! Yee haw! Day 3! | Krabby Patty, I don't care if we have to stay open until the day after the end of time. As long as I am with you, I am complete. |
Mr. Krabs: Day 10 of non-stop service! Squidward: Mr. Krabs, can I go home yet? Mr. Krabs: No one goes home! Squidward: Look at these bags under my eyes; even my bags have bags! Mr. Krabs: Quit your bellyaching, Squidward; you don't hear SpongeBob complaining, do you? | ♪K-R-A-B-B-Y P-A-T-T-Y, says I.♪ |
Mr. Krabs: You could learn a few things from that boy. Squidward: Mr. Krabs, he is not normal. Mr. Krabs: All right, you can sit down for five minutes. Then it's back to work. Plankton: Drats! He's not collapsing from exhaustion! But with a little more pressure, the sponge will crack like an egg , and I'll be there to feast on the goo of his shattered psyche. Mr. Krabs: Eww! A spider bug. Plankton: Come on! Mr. Krabs: Krusty Krab! The restaurant that never closes. Would you like to place an order? 10,000 Krabby Patties?! We'll start your order right away, Mr...uh, uh...What was that name again? Uh huh...Peter Lankton. Wait a minute, this isn't some kind of prank, is it? Plankton: Eh...no. Mr. Krabs: Good! We'll call you when it's ready, Mr. Lankton. Mr. Krabs: Kick it into high gear! We've got a big order! I'm counting on you, boy! I need you to raise that spatular! Yeah! And I need you to say, Team Krusty Krab! | Team Krusty Krab! |
Mr. Krabs: That's me boy! Now, make me 10,000 Krabby Patties. And no breaks! | Did you hear that, spatula? You, me and 10,000 Krabby Patties. And the best part? No breaks! Wow! |
Mr. Krabs: Day 15! Give it up for day 15! | ♪K-R-A-B-B-Y P-A-T-T-Y...♪ 1,322... |
Mr. Krabs: Day 23! Give it up for day 23! | 6,654... |
Mr. Krabs: Day 30! | 7,121... |
Mr. Krabs: Day...35...! | 8,659... |
Old Man Walker: Wait, what's going on? Whoa, whoa! Mr. Krabs: Day... anyone know how many days it's been? I've lost track. Squidward: 43...! Mr. Krabs: What the flimflam?! What are you doing in here, boy? You're wasting all me food. Boy? | Oh, hey, Mr. Krabs. When did you get here? |
Mr. Krabs: Boy, I'm worried that... Got it? | I'm sorry, Mr. Krabs. Could you run that by me again? |
Mr. Krabs: Sure, I said I'm worried that... | That's what I thought you said. Now, let me offer this as a rebuttal: Stay back! I'm warning you! |
Mr. Krabs: All right. Now you're just acting silly. I want you to... | No, don't eat me! I'm too chewy! Holy shrimp! They're everywhere! |
Sally: I told you that shirt was hideous. | No, no! I want to live! I want to live Mr. Krabs, what's going on? Everywhere I look, I see killer Krabby Patties. |
Mr. Krabs: There, there. I'm sure it's nothing that getting back to work won't solve. Here's your Spatular. | Spatular. |
Mr. Krabs: and here's the grill. | Grill. |
Mr. Krabs: and here are some fresh Krabby... Mr. Krabs: Hmm, there may be a problem after all. | What does this mean? |
Mr Krabs: It means there's something wrong with your head. Look, I think maybe you should see a professional. | Wrestler? |
Mr. Krabs: No, a psychiatrist. | Oh, but where am I going to find a psychiatrist? Ow! Hey, look at this! Dr. Peter Lankton: Psychiatrist. Specializing in Krabby Patty phobias. Gosh, I don't know about this, Mr. Krabs. Wouldn't I have to miss work if I went to see... Well, this looks like the place. Hello? Doctor? |
Plankton: Come in, Mr. SquarePants. Please have a seat on the couch. Now... Let's unload all that harmful information in your little yellow head. | You're a bit smaller than I imagined, doctor, but I guess that's why they call you shrink . Do you think there's hope for me, doctor? |
Plankton: Hope? Hope!? When I get my hands on that formula, there won't be any hope for any of you! Yeah, I mean, you'll be cured in no time. | Oh, good. |
Plankton: Let's start with a simple exercise. | Jumping jacks? |
Plankton: I want you to close your eyes. Tighter Tighter Too tight! Now, tell me what you see? | I see giant Krabby Patties! |
Plankton: Good, and what are they made of? | Hatred! |
Plankton: No, I mean ingredients. What are the stinking ingredients?! | They're coming for me. No! No! No! Stay back! |
Plankton: Wait, where'd you get that piano? We're trying something else. I'm going to say a word and I want you to say the first word that pops into your head. Ready? | I'm ready! |
Plankton: Work. | Work. |
Plankton: Spatula. | Spatula. |
Plankton: Bun. | Bun. |
Plankton: See, the key is to say something different to what I say. | Oh, okay, I've got it. |
Plankton: Potato. | Potahto. |
Plankton: Tomato. | Tomahto. |
Plankton: I've laid out some words on cards here. These words are common kitchen ingredients. I want you to arrange them in any order you choose. It could be a poem or a secret formula. I don't know… oh, yes! A secret formula. Good, let's do that. | Um, you're making me nervous. |
Plankton: Oh, okay. I'll be over here, then. | I'm finished! I've arranged them into a piano. |
Plankton: Since your mind has been resistant to every mental technique so far, I'm forced to resort to my most powerful method of curing you. | Fiber? |
Plankton: No, hypnosis. | Hypnosis?! |
Plankton: Now, keep your eyes on this watch. When I count to three, you will fall into a deep sleep. 1...uh, 2...uh, 3. I can't believe it worked. Now, when I snap my fingers, you will awake and tell me the formula. Hey, wake up! Hmm, what else is loud and obnoxious? Why won't you wake up?! | Where am I? |
Krabby Patty: Hey, SpongeBob. I heard your brain was sick, so I brought you this cookie pizza. | Gee, thanks! |
Krabby Patty: And here's some chocolate milk. | The king of flavored dairy drinks! Oh, Krabby Patty, I'm so glad we're friends again. |
Krabby Patty: Just remember, SpongeBob, I'll always be with you right here . | In my heart? |
Krabby Patty: Actually, in your arteries. Now, do me a favor and wake up. Wake up. Plankton: Wake up! | It worked! I'm cured! |
Plankton: But what about the formula? | Oh, you're right! I'd better get back to work! Thanks for everything, doc! |
Plankton: No! It's a lie! Therapy doesn't really work! You're still sick! Very, very sick! Mr. Krabs: Good to see you're brain's all fixed, boy. | Yeah, I just needed some sleep, is all. |
Mr. Krabs: Well, I can safely say, No more 24 hour shifts, because 23 hours will be plenty! | Oh, Mr. Krabs...! |
Mr. Krabs: No, seriously. Get back to work! Mrs. Puff: Look out! Oh! Driver 1: Learn how to drive! | I'm trying! |
Mrs. Puff: Calm down, SpongeBob! | Yes, Mrs. Puff! Nothing soothes one's frazzled nerves like blowing bubbles! |
Mrs. Puff: No blowing bubbles while driving! Mrs. Puff: Phew! Driver 2: I can't feel my big toe. | So, uh, how'd I do? |
Mrs. Puff: Get out! You're never getting a boating license! | But—but— |
Mrs. Puff: Never! Never! | I'll never pass my driver's test, I'll never get my license, and I'll never know the joys of boat ownership! |
Nancy Suzy Fish: Ooh... Tina Fran: It's really nice. Larry: Oh, yeah, it's a turbo jet. 390 sea horse power with 11-to-1 pop-up piston. We're talking some serious muscle! Tina Fran: I love your boat, Larry! Mr. Krabs: Oh, hey there, boyo! Lovely day for a boat wash! Isn't it? Mr. Krabs: Whoa. Maybe I shouldn't have borrowed Pearl's shorts. | Hey, Patrick, you want to hang out? |
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