Non-SpongeBob Dialogue
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Patrick: I'm feeling it, SpongeBob! | Patrick, that's not a ride. |
Harold: Get off of me! | Are you feeling it now, Mr. Krabs? Are you feeling it now, Mr. Krabs? Art thou feeling it now, Mr. Krabs? You're feeling it now, Mr. Krabs? |
Miss Shell: Shhh! | How about now? Can you feel it, Mr. Krabs? |
Kids: Can you feel it, Mr. Krabs? Can you feel it, Mr. Krabs? Can you feel it, Mr. Krabs? Mr. Krabs: So, you wanna know if I can feel it? SpongeBob and Patrick: Yeah! Mr. Krabs: Do you really wanna know if I can feel it? SpongeBob and Patrick: Yeah, yeah! Mr. Krabs: Because I can feel it. You wanna know what I'm feelin'? SpongeBob and Patrick: Yes! Mr. Krabs: I'm feelin' like a total barnacle head! You think this is cool?! How about this! And this? Am I with it now? You guys wouldn't know a good time if it bit you in the end! I'm goin’ home. You guys ain't cool. You're lame! | Lame?! |
Mr. Krabs: Lame! You're nerds! Geeks! Creeps! And babies! SpongeBob and Patrick: Not 'babies!' Mr. Krabs: I may be old, but even an old bag of shells like me knows that you haven't suggested one cool thing all night! So good night to ya! Patrick: I guess you're gonna miss the panty raid. Mr. Krabs: The what? Patrick: I said, I guess you're gonna miss the panty raid. Mr. Krabs: Panty raid? You're talkin’ about girls, right? “Girl” girls? Patrick: Yeah. Mr. Krabs: And you're talkin’ about raidin’ their dressers for their underpants, right? Patrick: Oh, yeah. Mr. Krabs: Well, count me in! If this works, I'll take back what I said about you two bein’ lame! SpongeBob and Patrick: Not lame! Mr. Krabs: Now this is more like it! Patrick: Give us some credit, old man. We're panty professionals! | We score here all the time. |
Mr. Krabs: Frilly things! We hit the jackpot! | Oh, yeah, Mr. Krabs! |
Mr. Krabs: You finally came through for me, boys! I feel young again! Mama Krabs: Eugene? Mr. Krabs: Mother? Mama Krabs: What are you doing with my bloomers? Mr. Krabs: Well, I, uhh, uhh, heh, hehe... Why didn't you tell me this was my mother's house?! | Why didn't you ask? |
Mr. Krabs: But it was all SpongeBob and Patrick's idea! Mama Krabs: Go to your room, mister. You're grounded for the rest of the night! Mr. Krabs: Yes, Mommy. Boy Scout: Don't worry, Pops. We're almost to your room. | Sorry, Mr. Krabs. |
Mr. Krabs: That's all right, lad. I certainly feel younger. | Good night, Mr. Krabs. |
Mr. Krabs: Good night, SpongeBob. Mama Krabs: Eugene, lights out! Mr. Krabs: Yes, Mommy. Sandals: Uhh, what do you like better? The coral bits or the nacho oyster skins? Squidward: I like neither. Can I take your order? Sandals: What about the barnacle rings, are they any good? Squidward: No. What will you have? Sandals: Well, uhh, what's your vote on the kelp? Squidward: Sir, let's just get this out of the way, I hate everything on the menu! Now, what do you want? | Psst, try the coral bits. |
Sandals: Uhh, I'll try the coral bits. Squidward: That'll be one dollar. Sandals: What's going on? Squidward: Something stupid, I'm sure. Mr. Krabs: Yippee! Whoo-ha! Whoo-ha! Squidward: See? I told you. | What's wrong with Mr. Krabs? |
Mr. Krabs: Nothing, lad! Do you know what this is?! Squidward: A very dirty dollar? Mr. Krabs: No, this is my one millionth dollar earned. Every Krab's goal in life is to make a million dollars, and now I got mine. Congratulations, sir, you have just given me my one millionth dollar! Sandals: Ha, great. Uhh, what do I win? Mr. Krabs: Nothing, now get out. Sandals: Uhh, what? Mr. Krabs: Get out! Everybody get out, you're spoiling me moment! Me millionth dollar. | Congratulations, Mr. Krabs. |
Mr. Krabs: Congratulate yourselves, lad. A captain's nothing without his loyal crew. I mean, a crew like you comes around maybe once in a lifetime! And to reward you for making me millionth dollar, I'm taking you on a trip. | Wow, a trip! |
Squidward: I can't believe it, Mr. Krabs. Where are we going? Fancy Springs? Mr. Krabs: No... Squidward: Pamper Island? Mr. Krabs: Try again... Squidward: Oh! Oh! Oh! Bikini Bottom Folk Village? Mr. Krabs: Better than that! Squidward: ...clam fishing? This is the reward we get for all our hard work? Fishing for stinky clams in a smelly old boat on a filthy lagoon? You call this fun? Mr. Krabs: Aww, come on now, Squidward. Three fellas at sea with nothing to do but throw their lines in the water, catch a few clams then throw them back. Don't you think that's fun? Squidward: No. And to think I could be wearing a powdered wig right now. | Hey Squidward, you want me to cast out over here so you can watch me? |
Squidward: How about you cast out over there so I can ignore you? | Okay! |
Squidward: Hey, watch where you're swinging that! SpongeBob, be careful with tha- AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!! Okay, I've had enough... Mr. Krabs: Oh, Squidward, you got to lighten up. Sure the lad's a bit overeager, but you've got to learn to roll with the punches, go with the flow. And don't bring anything on a boat that you ain't prepared to lose. Me millionth dollar! SpongeBob, wait! SpongeBob, you hooked me millionth dollar on the back swing! Reel it in before I keelhaul ya. Oh no. SpongeBob, quick, reel it in! Can't you hear the music? That's a 4/4 string ostinato in D minor! Every sailor knows that means death! Reel it in before it's too late! Hurry, SpongeBob! The music's getting faster! There you are, you stinking bilge rats. Stop playing that music! Stop it, please! I'm begging ya! Come on, honey, you can make it! Swim faster! Come to me, baby! Come on back! Hurry, SpongeBob! | Here she comes... ...she made it! |
Mr. Krabs: For a second or two, I thought she was a goner! Squidward: So, some trip, eh, Mr. Krabs? Mr. Krabs: Oh, Squidward, you're never gonna believe it! A giant blue-lipped clam ate me millionth dollar! I lost me dollar, and I'll never get it back. Never, never, never, never, never! | I've never seen Mr. Krabs so broken up. |
Squidward: Oh, please, he's such a drama queen. C'mon, Mr. Krabs, drop the act. Mr. Krabs, it's just a stupid dollar. For Pete's sake, Mr. Krabs, suck it up! Mr. Krabs... Mr. Krabs... Okay, okay, Mr. Krabs, we'll help you get your dollar back! Mr. Krabs: You will? Great! Wait right here. Here's where clam fishing gets serious. Okay, you boys man the fishing poles and I'll keep me eyes peeled for Old Blue Lip. | Aye aye, captain! |
Mr. Krabs: And remember, we don't leave until we catch that clam and rescue me dollar. Squidward: That's it, I'm finished! We've been here for three days and haven't gotten a nibble! This is hopeless! | Yeah, and I've gotta get home to feed Gary. |
Squidward: We're gonna die out here just because a clam ate Mr. Krabs' stupid dollar. Well, if he wants his dollar back, I say we give it to him. Know what I mean? Huh? Huh? Huh? | Oh, I get ya. |
SpongeBob & Squidward: Oh, Mr. Krabs! Mr. Krabs! Look what we've got! Mr. Krabs: Could it be? Me millionth dollar? Whoo-hoo! Wait a minute... This isn't me millionth dollar. This is an ordinary dollar that's been crumpled up, torn slightly, soaked in the lagoon, and kissed with Coral Blue #2 Semi-Gloss Lipstick. | Actually, it's Coral Blue number t- |
Mr. Krabs: I trusted you, and you gave me this?! I can't believe me own crew would betray me like this. Squidward: No. Uh-uh. No, we will not be swayed by tears anymore. Mr. Krabs: I see. Then I guess I have no choice but to offer a reward. Squidward: You're kidding? | Woo! Is it another fishing trip? |
Mr. Krabs: No. It's this sandwich. Squidward: A sandwich? You expect me to break my back over a sandwich? Mr. Krabs: Not a sandwich. The sandwich. Squidward: Whatever, we've got plenty more to- ...eat. Mr. Krabs: Now, I think we understand each other. Nobody eats until I get my millionth dollar back! Squidward: Uhh, SpongeBob, can I have a word with you? Have you noticed that Mr. Krabs has gone COMPLETELY INSANE?!? | What do you mean? |
Squidward: Just look at him! | Squidward, he's lost something near and dear to him. Haven't you- |
Squidward: Look again. | You're right. How do we get outta here? |
Squidward: If we're real quiet, we can sneak over to the lifeboat. | Okay. |
Mr. Krabs: So you thought you'd skip out on old Krabs, did ya? Even after you promised to help me. I know what you're thinking. It's just a dumb old dollar! Let's just leave the old man, he won't notice! Well, it's not going down like that. There's only one use for a backstabbing crew like you. Live bait. Squidward: You're crazy! If that clam didn't come before, what makes you think he'll come now? Mr. Krabs: Oh, he'll come. Squidward: Mr. Krabs, listen, I work with SpongeBob all day long, so I know what I'm talking about when I say... YOU ARE COMPLETELY OUT OF YOUR MIND!!! Get us out of here! Mr. Krabs: Come on, fresh meat! Keep thrashing! He likes it! Come on, boy! Closer. Closer. Almost there. That's it! Aha! Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo! Look, boys, I finally got it! I finally got me millionth dollar...! | Oh, poor Mr. Krabs. Gone forever out of our lives. Why couldn't it have been me?! |
Squidward: Yes, why couldn't it have been you?! | Why did he have to go like this, why?! |
Squidward: Why did he have to go like this and leave me tied to this idiot?! Mr. Krabs: Hello, boys! SpongeBob & Squidward: Mr. Krabs? Mr. Krabs: Have you boys met... ...me millionth dollar? | Wow, how did you get it back? |
Mr. Krabs: It wasn't easy. Old Blue Lips is quite the fighter, so eventually, we settled on a trade. | What did you give him? |
Mr. Krabs: Nothing important. Squidward: It's quitting time, SpongeBob. Go home. Quitting time! Go home! | Oh my. It's time to go home. Squidward, what are you still doing here? What am I gonna do with you? I can't throw you away. Bleh! But I do have to throw away the trash. What's this? Someone threw away a book. You shouldn't throw away books. Ooh, Sandy, you're a trash monster? |
Sandy: Heck no. I was breaking a record for rooting around in a trash bin. It's all right here in The Guinness O' Ripley Enormous Book Of Curiosities, Oddities, and World Records. Look-e here, SpongeBob. Staring Record. 5 days. Most fries up nose. Holding your breath. | Wow! |
Sandy: Yes siree! I swear by the power of Texas, I'm gonna break all the records in this here book! Sandy: What's the next challenge? | Let's see. Ooh. World's longest tongue. |
Sandy: Well, that's easy. 106, 107... | Hold tight, Sandy. |
Sandy: ...108, 109, 110! | That's it, Sandy! You did it! |
Sandy: Yeehaw! | Let's see... Yikes! Sweet mother of Pearl! |
Sandy: Is it dangerous? | Yeah, you could say that. You have to eat as much chum as you can. |
Sandy: Chum, huh? That's not too bad. | Raw! |
Sandy: Raw?! Plankton: You want what? | One order of chum, please. |
Sandy: Raw. Plankton: Look, I know I'm an evil heartless mastermind, but no one can ingest raw chum and survive! | Oh yeah? Well, Charlie Mackeral, the current record holder did. |
Plankton: Really? | For 30 seconds. |
Plankton: Well, it's your funeral. | Ok, Sandy, eat up. |
Sandy: Uh, SpongeBob, I changed my mummh... Must! Make! World! Record! | Sandy, you did it! You survived! Uh, oh. Hold on, Sandy! I know just what you need! A Krabby Patty! |
Sandy: I did it! I'm alive! I can't wait to show them experts the pictures of my record breaking feats. | Oh no! I forgot my camera! |
Sandy: What?! SpongeBob! I need photographic proof of my amazing deeds! | I'll go get the camera. |
Sandy: Well, hurry up! I got record breaking to do! | Oh my. |
Sandy: Got your camera? | You bet ya! |
Sandy: Great! Take a picture of me chucking this last woodchuck to break the woodchuck chuckin' world record. Ready Cousin Earl? Cousin Earl: Let er' rip darlin'! Record Robot: 100 woodchucks chucked. Record broken! Sandy: Thanks for all your help, cousins! See you all next Christmas! Bye! | Wow, Sandy! What is all this? |
Sandy: I've decided to go about this scientifically. I feel with careful planning an precise dedication of appropriate tasks, I can manage the successful completion of the maximum number of records broken in the least amount of time! Book! Picture! | Here you go. |
Sandy: Thank you. So, what's next? Oh yeah, longest tooth. So how's the calcium fusion going? Robot: It is ready, Ms. Cheeks. Sandy: Outstanding! Here, hold this. How'd I do? Record Robot: Please hold this end. 35 feet. Record broken! | Ouch! |
Record Robot: Take a picture. | Say cheese! |
Sandy: Cheese! Picture! | Here you go. |
Sandy: Thank you. Next, spiciest chili gargle. | Got it! You OK? Do you smell soup? |
Sandy: What's next? Record Robot: Largest rubber band ball. Sandy: Woohoo! What's next? Record Robot: Most cobras milked. | Say cheese! |
Sandy: Cheese! | Nice snakes. |
Sandy: Next! Record Robot: Most walnuts in mouth. Sandy: Just! One! More! Oh no! Next! Record Robot: Most chainsaws juggled. Sandy: Ok, shoot! | Got it! So uh how do you stop? |
Sandy: What? | I said How do you stop? |
Sandy: What? | How do you stop? |
Sandy: Why that's easy I just stop and run like heck! Not that way! Come on, SpongeBob! Pull yourself together! We still got a ton of records to break! Oh yeah! You're gonna love this one! | I don't know, Sandy. It is getting kinda dangerous. |
Sandy: Come on, you don't need your helmet. This one's outside! Follow me. | Oh my. |
Sandy: There it is, the world's largest house of cards! | That's amazing! Get in front so I can take a picture. |
Sandy: Nah, let's get a shot from the top! Patrick: What the...? Oh hey, it's Solitaire! I love this game! I take a touchdown! Sandy: What's next? | Um, I think I smell Gary's sandbox better go clean it. Now! I think you broke a record today, Gary. World's Stinkiest Litter box! Eww! I'm worried about Sandy. She's got record-breaking fever! |
Gary: Meow. | You're right. She does need my help. I must stop this madness! It's all that book's fault! The book is evil! The book must be destroyed! Why don't you take 5? I will hold the book. |
Robot: Thank Neptune's gears. My wheels are killing me. Sandy: Hey! Where do you think you're going? Get back in line. I need every available robot for this one. Most Robots built and destroyed in a day. Record Robot: 656, 657... Oh, the artificial humanity. Robot: Oh no you don't! We're all in this together! Record Robot: 679. Record broken! Sandy: OK shut her down! Robot: Oh my! Sandy: What's wrong with you? Robot: My stomach feels funny. Sandy: Well, let's have a look. SpongeBob! | Oh hey, Sandy. |
Sandy: SpongeBob, what are you doing? | I came to save you from, from this book. I'm going to destroy it before someone gets killed! I don't wanna lose you, Sandy! I don't wanna lose you! |
Sandy: Oh, don't be silly, SpongeBob. I'm done with that book! I've beat every record in here. In fact, I've been finding the author who verified my evidence. Author: Thank you. Yes... Oh my... well then... I'm afraid you've broken no records. SpongeBob and Sandy: Huh? Author: This book is 30 years old. These records were broken ages ago. You however have sent a brand new record: Most injuries sustained while helping a friend. Sandy: Good for you, SpongeBob. | Um, hurray! |
Author: Say cheese! | I thought you left your swim suit at home. |
Patrick: No, I just didn't want to get it all wrinkled up. Last one in is a rotten egg! | Rotten eggs?! |
Shubie: Honey. Nat: Huh? Shubie: You're not using that tan accelerator again, are you? Nat: Oh, don't pretend you don't love it. Craig: Good work, man! I see you've read my book. Nat: Craig Mammalton? Shubie: The tannest man on TV? Craig: None other. Sadie: Oh, look at those gorgeous wrinkles. Craig: What, these? Nancy: Oh, and his skin, it's so leathery! Craig: Well, I don't mean to brag, but, uh... | Who's Craig Mammalton? |
Sandals: You don't know who Craig Mammalton is? He's like, so tan! Legend has it that his tan is so deep, that even his bones are a rich caramel brown! SpongeBob and Patrick: Wow! Patrick: His mother must be so proud. Craig: Please, people, please. There'll be plenty of time to admire my body this weekend, at my annual summer shindig. | Wow, Patrick, an invitation to our first summer shindig! And here it is! |
Craig: Can I help you, little fella? | It seems to be stuck. |
Craig: Yeah, I don't think this is your type of party. I don't want to embarrass you guys... Hey, everyone, check this out! ...but this party is for the pig-mentally gifted. | Must be this tan to enter. |
Craig: And your skin is as light and smooth as a, well, as a baby's bottom. | Why, thank you. |
Patrick: We did put on a few extra coats of sun screen today. | In fact, it's time for another coat. |
Patrick: We've gotta look our best. Sandals: Losers. Craig: You're not coming to my party, without a tan. | There, now that we've turned your rock into a tanning bed, we're sure to get tan enough for the party! Let's just test it out first to be sure. |
Both: Hooray! Patrick: Me first! Me first! | Ooh, Patrick, how do you feel? |
Patrick: Like one of those hip young old folks from a soda commercial. Old Man: It's radical! Radical! Drink it! | My turn! Remember, Patrick, 15 seconds exactly. |
Patrick: Gotcha, 15 seconds, give or take a few minutes. | No, no, Patrick, 15 seconds exactly! It's really important... It's working! Okay, Patrick, I'm done. Patrick? Patrick, you there? Patrick? |
Patrick: What? Did somebody say something? Ladies: Hey, there! Sally: Is that tan for us? Patrick: What? | Uh, Patrick, it's time for me to get out! |
Narrator: Two hours later... Millie: Do you really have to go, Patrick? Patrick: Afraid so. Bye, girls. Ladies: Bye, Pat. Nazz: Oh, he's so leathery. | Well, Patrick, how do I look? |
Patrick: Oh, it's you. You don't look too good. | What, what, what do you mean? |
Patrick: See for yourself. | I must have been under the tanning machine too long! |
Patrick: Ew, what are you going to do? | I'll ask Squidward, he's always so helpful. He'll know what to do. Hi, Squidward. |
Squidward: What is it now, Sponge--- Ghost! I'm sorry I was so mean to you while you were alive, please don't haunt me! | Oh, I'm not a ghost, Squidward. I used Patrick's tanning booth, and I stayed under too long. |
Squidward: Oh, this is too precious! You're sun bleached! Looks like you won't be at the party. Sun Bleached! | Huh, now I'll never get into that party. |
Patrick: Hey, that's quitter talk, mister! You're going to that party tonight! What you need, is a makeover! A little Kelp Jerky? Open wide. What do you think? | I look... amazing! Time to go to the party! Oh what a cute wittle baby. Cootchie-cootchie-coo. |
Norma: Monster! Patrick: Well, hey, buddy, looks like you could use an ice cream. | Oh, yeah, that hit the spot. |
Patrick: One caramel sundae, please. | Oh, I think you'll have to go to the party without me, Patrick. There's just no way I can get that golden brown in time. But that's no reason you shouldn't go. Patrick, why did you... |
Patrick: Can't talk, working. | No, really, Patrick, what are you... Ugh. I feel sticky. |
Patrick: Take a look. | Wooh! Thanks, Patrick! Uh, I'm stuck. |
Craig: Nice job, Ma'am. Join the party! Ahem, but the baby's going to have to wait outside. Evelyn: But he's the perfect shade of Tropical Toddler. Craig: Yes, but... Evelyn: Tyler! How could you?! Craig: Now, don't worry, Ma'am, he can wait out here, with the other rejects. Fish: Oh, no tears, son, we'll get in next year. Craig: Next. Hey, hey, hey! Looks like you two took my advice! Nice job, gentlemen. Come on in! All right, party people! It's time to roll out the portables. | Oh, no! Caramel, hardening! Gotta get out of here! Patrick? Patrick? |
Patrick: What? | Can I get a little help here? |
Patrick: Oh, sure thing, pal. Hey, everybody, make some room! The floor's all yours! Knock 'em dead, kid. | No, Patrick, I... |
Frankie: So bright! Sally: Honey, look away! Fred: Nice job! Harold: Your hideously white skin just ruined the party. I mean, look at you! Do you hug your mother with that skin? Tina: Can you believe this guy crashed your party? Craig? Craig: I have seen this only one other time. It's the ultimate tan! He's... ...Sun Bleached! Frankie: Sun Bleached?! Craig: This young man... This young hero, should be praised for his dedication to tanliness. If you guys are feeling it, we should all follow in his footsteps. Frankie, crank it up! Narrator: Two hours later. | Hey, Patrick. Do you think that maybe too much sun is a bad thing? |
Patrick: Whatever. I just gooooo with the flow. Squidward: Oh, thank you for eating at The Krusty Krab. Can I give you a hand with that, SpongeBob? | Sure. Thanks, Squidward! Gee, looks like playing Kelpy G's music here in the restaurant has really energized him. Wow. Kelpy's music is really, um, unique. |
Squidward: Kelpy's not for everyone. D.J.: That was Kelpy G. Taking you on a trip that is out of this ocean. Hope you fellow Kelpheads got your tickets early 'cause his concert tonight at High Tide Stadium is, sorry, sold out. | Oh! Kelpy G is performing tonight, Squidward. But tickets are… sorry, sold out. |
Squidward: Oh, how could this be? Whatever shall I do? | You forgot to buy a ticket? |
Squidward: Oh no, I have a ticket. I just don't know what I'll do without you there. Oh wait, I just realized... I'll be having the greatest time of my life! | Squidward, may I at least gaze upon your ticket? |
Squidward: Oh yeah. I show you the ticket, and then through some manner of folly, you destroy it! | You're probably not gonna get that back before show time. |
D.J.: This goes out to all those sad sacks without a ticket to tonight’s concert. We're giving away the last two tickets to one lucky caller. Squidward: Oh, the dream is still alive! D.J.: Hey, you are lucky loser number one. Please, try again. Hey, you are lucky loser number five. Please, try again. Hey, you are lucky loser number nine. Please, try again. Twenty-two. Try again. Twenty-seven. Sixty-five. Squidward: Oh, come on! Nothing but a scam. D.J.: Hello! You're winning caller number 102. | I am? |
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