rqchao/spongebob · Datasets at Hugging Face

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Patrick: No! No, not...not deodorant! Patrick: My beautiful pit stink, it's gone! The gloves are off now. It's booger time!	Oh, booger, schmooger, you don't even have a nose.
Patrick: Oh, yeah?	Booger! Run, Mr. Krabs! Patrick is digging for gold!
Mr. Krabs: Gold? Heehee! Squidward: Did you get any of Patrick's gold? Mr. Krabs: He's not digging for any gold I'm looking for. Patrick: Ha! I got you now!	Careful, Patrick, I got a weapon!
Patrick: Raw onions?! That does it! See this?	A Krabby Patty? What are you going to do, eat it?
Patrick: Oh, I'm not going to eat it.	No, not patty socks!
Patrick: That's right, your precious patties on my stinky feet!	You better stop that!
Patrick: Stinky, little feet!	You stop that right now!
Patrick: Hopping... ...Clams! Hey, I got my filth back!	Not for long, Mr. Sticky-Shorts! You won't have your filth once I use this on you!
Patrick: No, not soap! You wouldn't dare!	Try me!
Patrick: Stay back, I'll do it!	It's too late for that!
Patrick: My beautiful filth! It's gone! I'm squeaky clean!	I'm covered in muck and scum!
Patrick: Man, to get my filth back, I'll have to wallow in mud forever!	It'll take weeks for me to get clean. I'll need twenty baths a day!
Patrick: Slather toe jam on my armpits?	I'll have to disinfect my eyeballs!
Patrick: Smear slime on my teeth?	And dry-clean my uvula!
Both: All right!	Now that I'm filthy, I can spend all day getting clean.
Patrick: And since I'm clean, I can get even filthier! Thanks, SpongeBob!	No, Patrick, thank you.
Both: You're my best friend ever! Bill: Hey, what's going on here? This battle isn't over until we have a winner.	Fret not, my friend, for I have learned the truth. It matters not whether one is dirty or clean, for can cleanliness exist without filthiness, and would we know filthiness without cleanliness? We must not re-enact the history that divides us, rather we must embrace that which draws us together. All must be free to choose their own path. Right, friend Patrick?
Patrick: Squeaky clean, squeaky, it's squeaky.	Mm-hmm, he has embraced the truth.
Bill: Wow! I think the little yellow guy has taught us a valuable lesson.	And what is that, my son?
Bill: That re-enacting battles is really lame! Come on, guys, let's play something more manly, like football! Harold: Or hockey! Thaddeus: Or knitting fluffy sweaters!	Come, Patrick, my work here is done.
Customer: One monster Krabby Patty, please. Squidward: Hmph, no one's ordered the monster Patty in ages. SpongeBob, one monster Krabby Patty.	Did you say a monster Krabby Patty?!
Squidward: Uh, One monster Krabby Patty. Mr. Krabs: HUH?! Monster Krabby Patty?! Customers: Monster Krabby Patty?! Customer #2: Monster Krabby Patty?!	Oh, dear Neptune.
Squidward: Oh, boy.	We can do this. At the count of three, we flip. Ready? One, two, three. Spat?
Therapist: Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm. Go on. Mr. Krabs: Well, we better get back to work.	Work? How can I go back to work without... without Spat?!
Mr. Krabs: Use another spatula'r.	WHAT?! There is only one spatula for me, and that is Spat. Spat, wait up! Spat! I'm coming, Spat! Oh, Spat, we've been through so much together.
Doctor: There’s no easy way to say this. SpongeBob, if I were you, I would give serious consideration to start thinking about a replacement spatula. Doctor: Go home. Get some rest. We'll try to do everything we can.	Thank you, Doctor.
Doctor: Oh, I'm not a doctor. I'm an actor who's searching for a role. Yes! Woohoo! I am so totally gonna get this part.	Replacement spatula? How can anything ever replace... HEY! Look at that! Ooh. Looks fancy. So shiny. All those lines so sleek. What am I talking about? I don't need this. Maybe I do need this.
Doctor: I would give serious consideration to... a replacement spatula.	OW!
Employee: Uh-uh! No touchy-touchy the Le Spatula! It is very, very expensive.	I'm sorry.
Employee: Of course, if you purchase this fine item, you may... hold it.	I've got some loose change in my pocket, will this cover it?
Employee: Umm... ...no.	How about now?
Employee: No.	Now?
Employee: No.	Now?
Employee: No.	That's everything I have. Now can I buy Le Spatula?
Employee: Everything, huh? Nice outfit.	Evening, sir. Hey, granny, what's shaking? Ooh, breezy today.
Squidward: Nice outfit, SpongeBob!	Thanks, Squidward. It was worth every penny.
Mr. Krabs: What's all the lallygagging about? Squidward: Mr. Krabs, get a load of SpongeBob. Mr. Krabs: This better be good.	Soon, everyone will know of your beauty.
Mr. Krabs: Alright, what's going on in ...ooh... Don't you have any shame, boy?	All my shame went into here, Mr. Krabs.
Mr. Krabs: Le Spatular! What in blazes is that?	Oh, just the answer to our little production dilemma.
Mr. Krabs: Well, what can it do? Squidward: Can it make me famous?	Anything you want and more.
Mr. Krabs: Ooh, that sounds exciting. Let me have a go at it.	Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Krabs, no can do.
Mr. Krabs: What? Are you going against your commanding officer?	No, it's not that. It's just that this is a highly developed piece of engineering that takes quality time to master.
Mr. Krabs: With that fancy machinery, I expect you to make Krabby Patties twice as fast.	Oh, I don't think that'll be a problem, Mr. Krabs. In fact...
Le Spatula: Le Spatula 3000 at your service! Mr. Krabs: Huh, impressive. Well, let's see that thing impress me even more by bringing in more customers and more money in me pocket.	Oh, you won't believe what Le Spatula is capable of. Ready to show ‘em, buddy? Oh, it's okay. No need to be shy. It's always tough the first day on the job.
Wobbles: Uh, can I get one Krabby Patty, please? Squidward: SpongeBob, I need one Krabby Patty.	One Krabby Patty, coming up lickety split. Spat, is there something wrong, pal?
Le Spatula: I would not dare touch such slop as this, how you say, Krabby Patty. I am designed for the up most interesting cuisine. No less!	But, but, I thought we were friends.
Le Spatula: Friends with you?! Ha! We are not even in the same social class. Have a nice life of mediocrity, fry cook!	Le Spatula, wait. I gave up everything for you. We had something.
Le Spatula: How's that for something? Au revoir, peasants! Have fun laboring in your greasy spoon. Mr. Krabs: What happened?	Le Spatula is gone, Mr. Krabs.
Mr Krabs: Well, how are you gonna make Krabby Patties WITHOUT A SPATULAR?!	I had a spatula once. A real spatula. One that stood by me through thick and thin, through grease and gristle, and I betrayed his loyalty, like a fool!
Mr. Krabs: I always did like your old spatular. It got the job done every time.	You're right, Mr. Krabs. The true measure of a good spatula is by his actions. Not by some fancy chrome and buttons. I gotta find my old spatula.
Mr. Krabs: Go to em. Go now, boy. Go before I lose all me customers.	Spatula? It can't be true. It's too late!
Doctor: SpongeBob, I hate to tell you this...	I know. He's moved on to the big kitchen drawer in the sky. He's gone!
Doctor: Actually, it's not that. I didn't get the acting part.	Oh, I'm so sorry.
Doctor: Oh, by the way, that's not your spatula. Your buddy's all patched up in the infirmary.	Spatula! Oh, buddy! Oh, I'm so glad you're better! Spatula, what's wrong? But I didn't mean to betray you. Mr Krabs needed a replacement. Krabby Patties don't flip themselves, you know. It was a moment of weakness. I'm sorry! Oh, what have I done?! What have I done?!  : All that glitters is not gold. Goodbye, best friend! I'll never find another spatula like him again. Spatula? You're back! Oh, spatula, now that we're together again, nothing will ever separate us.
Squidward: One monster Krabby Patty.	Okay, buddy, we can do this. Ready? One, two, three. D'oh!
Patrick: You see him?	Nope. Oh, wait, now I do.
Patrick: What's he doing?	Um, just kinda sitting there.
Patrick: How about now?	Still just like kinda sitting there, same thing.
Patrick: How long have we been watching?	What time is it now?
Patrick: 2:30.	4 days. Patrick, it's moving!
Patrick: Ready to go for it?	Like Mr. Krabs says, it's now or never!
Patrick: When does he say that?	Usually on his way to the Men's room. Bunsai!
Patrick: Hey, that's usually what I say!	Patrick, he's taking evasive action.
Patrick: We better fake him.	I'll fake left, you go right!
Patrick: Roger that!	Other right, Patrick!
SpongeBob and Patrick:	Ow, I think I ruptured a spleen...
Patrick: I think I shattered my abacus.	Your what?
Patrick: My abacus. Nope. Seems okay...	Patrick! There it goes! Don't stop now, Patrick, we're gaining on him!
SpongeBob and Patrick: Cletus: Well, it's now or never.	Ehhh.
Trenchbilly: You boys are mighty colorful, a smidget too colorful, if ya' ask me. Cletus: And too darn heavy, if ya' ask me.	Well, actually Patrick has been trying to shed a few-
Cletus: Tell it to Ma Angler... Trenchbillies: Ma Angler: Now tell me there, what was it y'alls was doin' down yonder at the outhouse in the first place? Cletus: I dun told ya', Ma, thar I was doin' my duty, just like any other Sunday... Cletus: Well, it's now or never... When not so much as a warning shout, these here varmints dun dropped, right out of the wild, black yonder, smack-dab onto my noggin! Darn there givin' me a crik in the neck it has to.	We're really sorry about interrupting your-
Jordan Klein: Y'all hush up! Ma Angler: Now Cletus, is this another one of your tall tales, you tend to tell? Cletus: I-I-I swears I ain't fibbin', Ma! Ma Angler: Cletus. Cletus: Just ask Uncle Belcher. He'll tell you the whole story. Uncle Belcher: Cletus: See. Ma Angler: Well, I must admit one thing, they is awfully perty... Nevertheless, as leader of this here clan, which I is, I must subject these two pretty folks, to clan initiation rights to deem their worthy.	Umm...
Patrick: Worthy of what?	...specifically.
Ma Angler: Of livin'... Theether! Go on and get your fiddle.	Look, Patrick! He's gonna play us a little song. Short song.
Patrick: SpongeBob, I think this is meant to be a-a musical challenge.	Challenge? ] Patrick, we don't even have an instrument to play.
Patrick: Yeah, and soon we won't have anything to play it with...	Huh! Patrick! Hang on...
Patrick: SpongeBob, don't leave me!	Wouldn't dream of it, Patrick.
Patrick: Alright!	Well, Patrick, even though you won, it looks like he was the real star. Hahaha.
Ma Angler: Betsy! Betsy: Yes'um? Ma Angler: It's time for a hootin' and hollarin' contest. Betsy:	Patrick, it's a singing competition. What are we gonna do?
Patrick: I don't know, but I am a sure thirsty after that fiddlin'.	Hey, give me some of that!
Trenchbillies: Yee-haww!	Looks like we're on a roll, eh, Patrick?
Ma Angler: I just love me some wrastlin' and tusslin'! Patrick: Let me see more.	My compliments to the chef.
Cletus: Your turn.	Hah! Well, actually, my friend and I, we don't like to wrestle.
Ma Angler: Huh? You don't like to wrastle?	No, we're not the wrestling sort.
Ma Angler: Well, then, what in tarnation do you pretty folks like to do for fun?	Well, uh-uh, we like to go jellyfishing!
Ma Angler: Jellyfishin'. What kinda tomfoolery is jellyfishin'?	Well, it goes something like this:
Cletus: What-the? Ma Angler: That's disgustin'.	Now, Patrick! Well, something like that anyway...
Patrick: Nice knowing you, buddy... Ma Angler: Well, I haven't seen anybody cut up like that 'round these parts since we was potty-trained Junior. He was near about 13! Cletus: Them boys is dumber than my box a' rotten teeth! Cletus: Go get em' tiger! Jordan Klein: They grow up so fast. Ma Angler: As leader of this here clan, I heareby debut: Sponge-Joe-Bob and Deral, honorary trenchbillies. Cletus: Speech! Speech!	Well, I guess if I were to say one thing, and I think I'm speaking for Patrick and myself here, is that y'all are a bunch a' real kind folks and it's been a real hoot gettin' to know y'all! Farewall, friendly trenchbillies. See ya' 'round.
Patrick: Toodles. Cletus: And where do you folk think you're goin'?	Over to home.
Cletus: Well, you're one of our kin' now, so this is your home, and as such, you've been givin' the great honor of takin' care a' Ma, for the rest of your natural-born lives. Patrick: Takin' care a' Ma?!	For the rest of our natural-born lives?!
Cletus: You know, carry her purse, give her cat massages, read her the Willy Shakespeare ‘til she falls asleep at night. Ah, Ma just loves Iambic pentameter!	Well, that all sounds like a lot of fun, but I-I have responsibilities back home at Bikini Bottom. I have a pet snail to feed and can't be late for work at the Krusty Krab!
Patrick: Yeah, and, iambic pentameter gives me a headache! Cletus: You folks ain't goin' nowhere.	Oh please, Mr. Trenchbillie, where can we-
Patrick: Oh, hey, your shoe's untied. Cletus: What? But I ain't even wearin'- Darn it. Mr. Krabs: Well, what was I supposed to tell them, Squidward? Squidward: You could have told him that he could have his money back. Mr. Krabs: Oh, no I couldn't. Squidward: Why? Mr. Krabs: Because, I already put it in the register!	Mr. Krabs! We just escaped from an angry mob of deep sea bunkins!
Patrick: It was horrible! They were gonna make us stay forever and massage their grandma. Mr. Krabs: So. Why ya' telling me?	Because they followed us here.
Cletus: Come on out! We know you're in thar! Mr. Krabs: Welcome to the Krusty Krab. May I take your order? Cletus: Umm, sure. I'll have me a large Krabby Patty with uhh...a cola, no, no! Lemon-lime! ) Mr. Krabs: Keep them coming, SpongeBob! This is the most business in a long time!	Aye', captain! I'm gonna get some more buns.
Ma Angler: More! More! More! More! Mr. Krabs: Oh yeah, that's what I like to see. She's gonna make customer of the week. Cletus: We catch anyone makin' goo-goo eyes like that at our Ma, it can only mean one thing: He's gonna get hitched! Mr. Krabs: Noooooo! SpongeBob, Patrick, and others wave hands. The heart animation appears when the episode ends. Patchy: Merry Christmas, kids! I bet you're wondering why ol' Patchy has this mail truck. Well, this year, I wanted to be absolutely sure Santa got me letter. So I gave Mr. Mailman the day off. Potty: Do you even know how to get to the North Pole? Patchy: Oh, Potty, you silly parrot. Everyone knows that the directions to the North Pole are in the lyrics of the song Jingle Bells. ♪Dashing through the snow, in a... Through the fields we go. La la la la la.♪ Okay. So we're looking for some fields here. Potty: No, Patchy, the directions to the North Pole are in the song, There Goes Santa Claus. ♪There goes Santa Claus. There goes Santa Claus. Left on Santa Claus Drive.♪ Scurvy brain. Patchy: Yeah, well, we ain't turnin' till we see some fields. Potty: Look out! There's a fork in the road! Patchy: I don't see no fork. Patchy: While we wait for the truck to stop spinning, let's see what SpongeBob is up to this Christmas.	♪Oh, it's drawing very near. My favorite time of the year. The snow is falling and the cold wind blows. Christmas is almost here. And I know that Santa, Santa. Santa has his jolly little eyes on me! It keeps me warm and filled with glee to know Santa has his eyes on me. I light my house like a Christmas tree. Fa la la la la la la la lee. 'cause Santa, Santa, Santa has his jolly little... Eyes on me.♪ Hi, Squidward! What are you doing today?
Squidward: Stringing lights so Santa knows, in no uncertain terms... ...to go away!	Okay... ♪Santa, Santa, Santa has his jolly little eyes on me. He sees everything I do, with his left eye on me and his right eye on you!♪ Ooh, what's that?
Patrick: It's a trap! A trap for Santa!	Ooh. Baited with Christmas treats?
Patrick: ♪I will trap Santa in my box, locked up like Fort Knox and make him stop the clocks. And we'll have Christmas all year long!♪ Hey, a cookie!	♪Ohh... Santa, Santa, Santa has his jolly little eyes on me! Fa la la la la la la la la lee! And who is that I see? Underneath her Christmas tree?♪
Sandy: ♪Oh, Christmas, oh, Christmas is sweet mystery. I'll mix a dash of Christmas cheer with a candy cane and deconstructed alchemy.♪	Merry Christmas, Sandy!

Patrick: No! No, not...not deodorant! Patrick: My beautiful pit stink, it's gone! The gloves are off now. It's booger time!

Oh, booger, schmooger, you don't even have a nose.

Patrick: Oh, yeah?

Booger! Run, Mr. Krabs! Patrick is digging for gold!

Mr. Krabs: Gold? Heehee! Squidward: Did you get any of Patrick's gold? Mr. Krabs: He's not digging for any gold I'm looking for. Patrick: Ha! I got you now!

Careful, Patrick, I got a weapon!

Patrick: Raw onions?! That does it! See this?

A Krabby Patty? What are you going to do, eat it?

Patrick: Oh, I'm not going to eat it.

No, not patty socks!

Patrick: That's right, your precious patties on my stinky feet!

You better stop that!

Patrick: Stinky, little feet!

You stop that right now!

Patrick: Hopping... ...Clams! Hey, I got my filth back!

Not for long, Mr. Sticky-Shorts! You won't have your filth once I use this on you!

Patrick: No, not soap! You wouldn't dare!

Try me!

Patrick: Stay back, I'll do it!

It's too late for that!

Patrick: My beautiful filth! It's gone! I'm squeaky clean!

I'm covered in muck and scum!

Patrick: Man, to get my filth back, I'll have to wallow in mud forever!

It'll take weeks for me to get clean. I'll need twenty baths a day!

Patrick: Slather toe jam on my armpits?

I'll have to disinfect my eyeballs!

Patrick: Smear slime on my teeth?

And dry-clean my uvula!

Both: All right!

Now that I'm filthy, I can spend all day getting clean.

Patrick: And since I'm clean, I can get even filthier! Thanks, SpongeBob!

No, Patrick, thank you.

Both: You're my best friend ever! Bill: Hey, what's going on here? This battle isn't over until we have a winner.

Fret not, my friend, for I have learned the truth. It matters not whether one is dirty or clean, for can cleanliness exist without filthiness, and would we know filthiness without cleanliness? We must not re-enact the history that divides us, rather we must embrace that which draws us together. All must be free to choose their own path. Right, friend Patrick?

Patrick: Squeaky clean, squeaky, it's squeaky.

Mm-hmm, he has embraced the truth.

Bill: Wow! I think the little yellow guy has taught us a valuable lesson.

And what is that, my son?

Bill: That re-enacting battles is really lame! Come on, guys, let's play something more manly, like football! Harold: Or hockey! Thaddeus: Or knitting fluffy sweaters!

Come, Patrick, my work here is done.

Customer: One monster Krabby Patty, please. Squidward: Hmph, no one's ordered the monster Patty in ages. SpongeBob, one monster Krabby Patty.

Did you say a monster Krabby Patty?!

Squidward: Uh, One monster Krabby Patty. Mr. Krabs: HUH?! Monster Krabby Patty?! Customers: Monster Krabby Patty?! Customer #2: Monster Krabby Patty?!

Oh, dear Neptune.

Squidward: Oh, boy.

We can do this. At the count of three, we flip. Ready? One, two, three. Spat?

Therapist: Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm. Go on. Mr. Krabs: Well, we better get back to work.

Work? How can I go back to work without... without Spat?!

Mr. Krabs: Use another spatula'r.

WHAT?! There is only one spatula for me, and that is Spat. Spat, wait up! Spat! I'm coming, Spat! Oh, Spat, we've been through so much together.

Doctor: There’s no easy way to say this. SpongeBob, if I were you, I would give serious consideration to start thinking about a replacement spatula. Doctor: Go home. Get some rest. We'll try to do everything we can.

Thank you, Doctor.

Doctor: Oh, I'm not a doctor. I'm an actor who's searching for a role. Yes! Woohoo! I am so totally gonna get this part.

Replacement spatula? How can anything ever replace... HEY! Look at that! Ooh. Looks fancy. So shiny. All those lines so sleek. What am I talking about? I don't need this. Maybe I do need this.

Doctor: I would give serious consideration to... a replacement spatula.

OW!

Employee: Uh-uh! No touchy-touchy the Le Spatula! It is very, very expensive.

I'm sorry.

Employee: Of course, if you purchase this fine item, you may... hold it.

I've got some loose change in my pocket, will this cover it?

Employee: Umm... ...no.

How about now?

Employee: No.

Now?

Employee: No.

Now?

Employee: No.

That's everything I have. Now can I buy Le Spatula?

Employee: Everything, huh? Nice outfit.

Evening, sir. Hey, granny, what's shaking? Ooh, breezy today.

Squidward: Nice outfit, SpongeBob!

Thanks, Squidward. It was worth every penny.

Mr. Krabs: What's all the lallygagging about? Squidward: Mr. Krabs, get a load of SpongeBob. Mr. Krabs: This better be good.

Soon, everyone will know of your beauty.

Mr. Krabs: Alright, what's going on in ...ooh... Don't you have any shame, boy?

All my shame went into here, Mr. Krabs.

Mr. Krabs: Le Spatular! What in blazes is that?

Oh, just the answer to our little production dilemma.

Mr. Krabs: Well, what can it do? Squidward: Can it make me famous?

Anything you want and more.

Mr. Krabs: Ooh, that sounds exciting. Let me have a go at it.

Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Krabs, no can do.

Mr. Krabs: What? Are you going against your commanding officer?

No, it's not that. It's just that this is a highly developed piece of engineering that takes quality time to master.

Mr. Krabs: With that fancy machinery, I expect you to make Krabby Patties twice as fast.

Oh, I don't think that'll be a problem, Mr. Krabs. In fact...

Le Spatula: Le Spatula 3000 at your service! Mr. Krabs: Huh, impressive. Well, let's see that thing impress me even more by bringing in more customers and more money in me pocket.

Oh, you won't believe what Le Spatula is capable of. Ready to show ‘em, buddy? Oh, it's okay. No need to be shy. It's always tough the first day on the job.

Wobbles: Uh, can I get one Krabby Patty, please? Squidward: SpongeBob, I need one Krabby Patty.

One Krabby Patty, coming up lickety split. Spat, is there something wrong, pal?

Le Spatula: I would not dare touch such slop as this, how you say, Krabby Patty. I am designed for the up most interesting cuisine. No less!

But, but, I thought we were friends.

Le Spatula: Friends with you?! Ha! We are not even in the same social class. Have a nice life of mediocrity, fry cook!

Le Spatula, wait. I gave up everything for you. We had something.

Le Spatula: How's that for something? Au revoir, peasants! Have fun laboring in your greasy spoon. Mr. Krabs: What happened?

Le Spatula is gone, Mr. Krabs.

Mr Krabs: Well, how are you gonna make Krabby Patties WITHOUT A SPATULAR?!

I had a spatula once. A real spatula. One that stood by me through thick and thin, through grease and gristle, and I betrayed his loyalty, like a fool!

Mr. Krabs: I always did like your old spatular. It got the job done every time.

You're right, Mr. Krabs. The true measure of a good spatula is by his actions. Not by some fancy chrome and buttons. I gotta find my old spatula.

Mr. Krabs: Go to em. Go now, boy. Go before I lose all me customers.

Spatula? It can't be true. It's too late!

Doctor: SpongeBob, I hate to tell you this...

I know. He's moved on to the big kitchen drawer in the sky. He's gone!

Doctor: Actually, it's not that. I didn't get the acting part.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

Doctor: Oh, by the way, that's not your spatula. Your buddy's all patched up in the infirmary.

Spatula! Oh, buddy! Oh, I'm so glad you're better! Spatula, what's wrong? But I didn't mean to betray you. Mr Krabs needed a replacement. Krabby Patties don't flip themselves, you know. It was a moment of weakness. I'm sorry! Oh, what have I done?! What have I done?!  : All that glitters is not gold. Goodbye, best friend! I'll never find another spatula like him again. Spatula? You're back! Oh, spatula, now that we're together again, nothing will ever separate us.

Squidward: One monster Krabby Patty.

Okay, buddy, we can do this. Ready? One, two, three. D'oh!

Patrick: You see him?

Nope. Oh, wait, now I do.

Patrick: What's he doing?

Um, just kinda sitting there.

Patrick: How about now?

Still just like kinda sitting there, same thing.

Patrick: How long have we been watching?

What time is it now?

Patrick: 2:30.

4 days. Patrick, it's moving!

Patrick: Ready to go for it?

Like Mr. Krabs says, it's now or never!

Patrick: When does he say that?

Usually on his way to the Men's room. Bunsai!

Patrick: Hey, that's usually what I say!

Patrick, he's taking evasive action.

Patrick: We better fake him.

I'll fake left, you go right!

Patrick: Roger that!

Other right, Patrick!

SpongeBob and Patrick:

Ow, I think I ruptured a spleen...

Patrick: I think I shattered my abacus.

Your what?

Patrick: My abacus. Nope. Seems okay...

Patrick! There it goes! Don't stop now, Patrick, we're gaining on him!

SpongeBob and Patrick: Cletus: Well, it's now or never.

Ehhh.

Trenchbilly: You boys are mighty colorful, a smidget too colorful, if ya' ask me. Cletus: And too darn heavy, if ya' ask me.

Well, actually Patrick has been trying to shed a few-

Cletus: Tell it to Ma Angler... Trenchbillies: Ma Angler: Now tell me there, what was it y'alls was doin' down yonder at the outhouse in the first place? Cletus: I dun told ya', Ma, thar I was doin' my duty, just like any other Sunday... Cletus: Well, it's now or never... When not so much as a warning shout, these here varmints dun dropped, right out of the wild, black yonder, smack-dab onto my noggin! Darn there givin' me a crik in the neck it has to.

We're really sorry about interrupting your-

Jordan Klein: Y'all hush up! Ma Angler: Now Cletus, is this another one of your tall tales, you tend to tell? Cletus: I-I-I swears I ain't fibbin', Ma! Ma Angler: Cletus. Cletus: Just ask Uncle Belcher. He'll tell you the whole story. Uncle Belcher: Cletus: See. Ma Angler: Well, I must admit one thing, they is awfully perty... Nevertheless, as leader of this here clan, which I is, I must subject these two pretty folks, to clan initiation rights to deem their worthy.

Umm...

Patrick: Worthy of what?

...specifically.

Ma Angler: Of livin'... Theether! Go on and get your fiddle.

Look, Patrick! He's gonna play us a little song. Short song.

Patrick: SpongeBob, I think this is meant to be a-a musical challenge.

Challenge? ] Patrick, we don't even have an instrument to play.

Patrick: Yeah, and soon we won't have anything to play it with...

Huh! Patrick! Hang on...

Patrick: SpongeBob, don't leave me!

Wouldn't dream of it, Patrick.

Patrick: Alright!

Well, Patrick, even though you won, it looks like he was the real star. Hahaha.

Ma Angler: Betsy! Betsy: Yes'um? Ma Angler: It's time for a hootin' and hollarin' contest. Betsy:

Patrick, it's a singing competition. What are we gonna do?

Patrick: I don't know, but I am a sure thirsty after that fiddlin'.

Hey, give me some of that!

Trenchbillies: Yee-haww!

Looks like we're on a roll, eh, Patrick?

Ma Angler: I just love me some wrastlin' and tusslin'! Patrick: Let me see more.

My compliments to the chef.

Cletus: Your turn.

Hah! Well, actually, my friend and I, we don't like to wrestle.

Ma Angler: Huh? You don't like to wrastle?

No, we're not the wrestling sort.

Ma Angler: Well, then, what in tarnation do you pretty folks like to do for fun?

Well, uh-uh, we like to go jellyfishing!

Ma Angler: Jellyfishin'. What kinda tomfoolery is jellyfishin'?

Well, it goes something like this:

Cletus: What-the? Ma Angler: That's disgustin'.

Now, Patrick! Well, something like that anyway...

Patrick: Nice knowing you, buddy... Ma Angler: Well, I haven't seen anybody cut up like that 'round these parts since we was potty-trained Junior. He was near about 13! Cletus: Them boys is dumber than my box a' rotten teeth! Cletus: Go get em' tiger! Jordan Klein: They grow up so fast. Ma Angler: As leader of this here clan, I heareby debut: Sponge-Joe-Bob and Deral, honorary trenchbillies. Cletus: Speech! Speech!

Well, I guess if I were to say one thing, and I think I'm speaking for Patrick and myself here, is that y'all are a bunch a' real kind folks and it's been a real hoot gettin' to know y'all! Farewall, friendly trenchbillies. See ya' 'round.

Patrick: Toodles. Cletus: And where do you folk think you're goin'?

Over to home.

Cletus: Well, you're one of our kin' now, so this is your home, and as such, you've been givin' the great honor of takin' care a' Ma, for the rest of your natural-born lives. Patrick: Takin' care a' Ma?!

For the rest of our natural-born lives?!

Cletus: You know, carry her purse, give her cat massages, read her the Willy Shakespeare ‘til she falls asleep at night. Ah, Ma just loves Iambic pentameter!

Well, that all sounds like a lot of fun, but I-I have responsibilities back home at Bikini Bottom. I have a pet snail to feed and can't be late for work at the Krusty Krab!

Patrick: Yeah, and, iambic pentameter gives me a headache! Cletus: You folks ain't goin' nowhere.

Oh please, Mr. Trenchbillie, where can we-

Patrick: Oh, hey, your shoe's untied. Cletus: What? But I ain't even wearin'- Darn it. Mr. Krabs: Well, what was I supposed to tell them, Squidward? Squidward: You could have told him that he could have his money back. Mr. Krabs: Oh, no I couldn't. Squidward: Why? Mr. Krabs: Because, I already put it in the register!

Mr. Krabs! We just escaped from an angry mob of deep sea bunkins!

Patrick: It was horrible! They were gonna make us stay forever and massage their grandma. Mr. Krabs: So. Why ya' telling me?

Because they followed us here.

Cletus: Come on out! We know you're in thar! Mr. Krabs: Welcome to the Krusty Krab. May I take your order? Cletus: Umm, sure. I'll have me a large Krabby Patty with uhh...a cola, no, no! Lemon-lime! ) Mr. Krabs: Keep them coming, SpongeBob! This is the most business in a long time!

Aye', captain! I'm gonna get some more buns.

Ma Angler: More! More! More! More! Mr. Krabs: Oh yeah, that's what I like to see. She's gonna make customer of the week. Cletus: We catch anyone makin' goo-goo eyes like that at our Ma, it can only mean one thing: He's gonna get hitched! Mr. Krabs: Noooooo! SpongeBob, Patrick, and others wave hands. The heart animation appears when the episode ends. Patchy: Merry Christmas, kids! I bet you're wondering why ol' Patchy has this mail truck. Well, this year, I wanted to be absolutely sure Santa got me letter. So I gave Mr. Mailman the day off. Potty: Do you even know how to get to the North Pole? Patchy: Oh, Potty, you silly parrot. Everyone knows that the directions to the North Pole are in the lyrics of the song Jingle Bells. ♪Dashing through the snow, in a... Through the fields we go. La la la la la.♪ Okay. So we're looking for some fields here. Potty: No, Patchy, the directions to the North Pole are in the song, There Goes Santa Claus. ♪There goes Santa Claus. There goes Santa Claus. Left on Santa Claus Drive.♪ Scurvy brain. Patchy: Yeah, well, we ain't turnin' till we see some fields. Potty: Look out! There's a fork in the road! Patchy: I don't see no fork. Patchy: While we wait for the truck to stop spinning, let's see what SpongeBob is up to this Christmas.

♪Oh, it's drawing very near. My favorite time of the year. The snow is falling and the cold wind blows. Christmas is almost here. And I know that Santa, Santa. Santa has his jolly little eyes on me! It keeps me warm and filled with glee to know Santa has his eyes on me. I light my house like a Christmas tree. Fa la la la la la la la lee. 'cause Santa, Santa, Santa has his jolly little... Eyes on me.♪ Hi, Squidward! What are you doing today?

Squidward: Stringing lights so Santa knows, in no uncertain terms... ...to go away!

Okay... ♪Santa, Santa, Santa has his jolly little eyes on me. He sees everything I do, with his left eye on me and his right eye on you!♪ Ooh, what's that?

Patrick: It's a trap! A trap for Santa!

Ooh. Baited with Christmas treats?

Patrick: ♪I will trap Santa in my box, locked up like Fort Knox and make him stop the clocks. And we'll have Christmas all year long!♪ Hey, a cookie!

♪Ohh... Santa, Santa, Santa has his jolly little eyes on me! Fa la la la la la la la la lee! And who is that I see? Underneath her Christmas tree?♪

Sandy: ♪Oh, Christmas, oh, Christmas is sweet mystery. I'll mix a dash of Christmas cheer with a candy cane and deconstructed alchemy.♪

Merry Christmas, Sandy!