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Stanley: Oh! Who's that? | Oh, that. That's me making Krabby Patties! The best job in the world. It's my calling. |
Stanley: I wish I had a calling. | Oh, Stanley. You just haven't found your purpose in life, that's all! |
Stanley: You really think so? | I know so. I bet my friend Squidward can help you! Hi, Squidward. I'd like you to meet my cousin, Stanley. |
Stanley: We're related. Squidward: There's two of them?! Squidward: Step on it! Stanley: Your friend Squidward seems busy. | Oh, it's okay. I'm sure my friend Sandy can think of something. She's a scientist! |
Sandy: Hey, SpongeBob. Who's your friend? | This is my cousin, Stanley SquarePants. I thought you could teach him how to be a scientist. |
Sandy: Why, sure! Glad to meet you, partner. Stanley: Nice to meet you too, Sa... Whoa! Sandy: Uh oh. Y’all... darn it! | Err... Maybe you're not scientist material. But don't you worry. I bet Patrick can help you! He's a genius! And so, Mr. Star, that's why we came to you. |
Patrick: Looking for your calling, huh? Hmmm... So, what are you good at? Stanley: Nothing. Patrick: Nothing at all? Stanley: Yep. Patrick: Interesting. Let's see how good you are at nothing. | That's perfect! Patrick can do nothing better than anyone! You'll be learning from the master! |
Patrick: Come with me. First, sit down on this chair. Clear your mind. Empty it off all thoughts... until you're doing... absolutely... nothing. | See? Isn't he amazing? |
Stanley: Clear my mind. Do nothing. I can't do it! Patrick: You're not worthy for instruction in the immobile arts. Leave my presence! Stanley: Can I try? Patrick: Goodbye! Not a word! Stanley: I can even do nothing right. | Don't worry! We just have to keep on looking! Oh, gentle hat, symbol of employment! Cornerstone of my eternal happiness! I don thee now, in preparation, for this workday. Wooo! You have no idea how this feels. |
Stanley: No! | Hey, what's wrong, Stanley? You're not still upset about that whole never accomplished anything in your life thing, are you? |
Stanley: No. | Good, then why don't you come with me to work. Maybe seeing me totally fulfilled with cheer you up. |
Mr. Krabs: There's me little money maker! Are you gonna make me lots of money today? | Yes, sir! |
Mr. Krabs: Ah, what I give if only there are two of what? One, two? There's two?! He looks like you. He smells like you. He tastes like you! Is he a hard worker, just like you? | Um... Uh... |
Mr. Krabs: Well, is he? Stanley: | Yes, sir. |
Mr. Krabs: You've got the job! | Your job is to take people's money, and put it in here! |
Stanley: Ooh! Can I touch it? Mr. Krabs: Money? Burning?! SpongeBob!? Who's responsible for this!? | I... guess I am, Mr. Krabs. |
Mr. Krabs: You're on probation, boy! | Well, Stanley. Thanks to you, I'm on probation. If you wanna keep this job, you're gonna have to... Woo! Customer at the port bow! Man your stations! Man your stations! Ready for duty! |
Stanley: My first customer. Hi, I'm Stanley! Ohhh! This is so exciting! Harold: Hmm...I'd like a... Stanley: Wait! Wait! I don't want to ever forget this moment! That's gonna be a keeper. Now let's do one with funny hats! Ooh! Let's pretend we're mad at each other! Harold: Stanley: I can't wait to get these developed. | I said I'm ready, Stanley. Whoa! |
Mr. Krabs: SpongeBob! What's the meaning of this? Your station looks horrible. Take some pride in your work, boy! Look at your cousin, Stanley, for example. Spiffing up his workplace with meaningful photos of the customers! | Um...sir? |
Mr. Krabs: Yes, boy? | About my cousin, Stanley? |
Mr. Krabs: Yes, yes. The one I hired entirely on your recommendation. Hurry up, boy. | About what I said... |
Mr. Krabs: What? You didn't lie to me just so your cousin could get the job, did ya? | No. |
Mr. Krabs: Well, good. Because there are plenty of other relatives that got passed over for the job! Sandy's Cousin: Aye, 'tis true! Squidward's Cousin: Whatever. Mr. Krabs: I even turned down my three adorable nephews. Nephews: But, Uncle Krabs! Mr. Krabs: They solve mysteries. Now go solve the mystery of why you didn't get the job! Nephews: | Stanley, I cannot keep covering for you! No! Not my spatula! My spatula... The thing I hold nearest and dearest to my heart... |
Mr. Krabs: SpongeBob, what in the name of Neptune is going...? Oh. You broke your spatula. That's a shame. I'll order another one tomorrow, boy. | No! No! No! I didn't break my spatula. He did! And I also didn't burn your money. He did that, too! I have been covering for him because he can't do anything right! |
Stanley: He's right! I ruin everything I touch! Mr. Krabs: Wait a minute...I know the perfect job for you! | Good luck on your new job, cousin Stanley! |
Stanley: Thanks! I bet I'll be even better in this one! Plankton: Good morning, Mr. SquarePants! Stanley: Morning, boss. Plankton: I can't believe it! That fool Krabs hiring the blood relative of his best worker! Well, that's the end of me. Stanley: Sorry, boss. Patrick: So why are we going to Sandy's house? | To see her vacation slides for the hu.. Ow! |
ZDS Agent: We got the slides, sir. Patrick: Who?...What?...Why? Sandy: Those two agents from the Zero Dryland Security just confiscated all my vacation slides, boys. Or so they think... You see, Someone already made six copies. Sandy: Yes, SpongeBob? | Who is this someone? Do we know him? |
Sandy: By someone, I was implying me, SpongeBob. Yes, Patrick? Patrick: Can you not imply anymore? It's confusing. Sandy: Okay, no more questions until the end of the slideshow. Okay? Good. The first slide is of me getting some last-minute readings before I took off on my vacation. And this is me giving the thumbs-up-goodbye for now salute. And this... This is where a little square pal of mine decided to pay me a visit. | ♪I'm ready to see Sandy. I'm ready to see Sandy. I'm ready to see Sandy I'm ready to ring Sandy's doorbell♪ Sandy...! Whoa! |
Sandy: What do you think of my moon wagon? | Oh, Sandy. I'm sorry I activated it! How was I to know it was hooked up to your doorbell? |
Sandy: Oh no, SpongeBob. That's what you call a coincidence. I'm getting ready for my vacation! | Where are you going? |
Sandy: The moon! | You're going on a moon trip?! |
Sandy: Yep! I'm all packed up and ready to go. Wanna help me… | I'll be right back! |
Sandy: ...load up the moon wagon? | Morning, Mr. Bakerman! Oh, that's right, I'm sorry. I have to pick a number. |
Bakerman: Number 12. | Yes, I'm Number 12! |
Bakerman: What can I get for you today? | I need a bon voyage sheet cake. Could you put yummy words on it? Hmmmmm, what would those yummy words be? I got it! Have fun on the moon.... What rhymes with moon? Tune? Roon? Noon? Goon? |
Bakerman: How about loon? | I got it! See you soon! |
Countdown: T-minus 12, 11, 10, 9, 8… | No, Sandy! Wait! You can't go without your sheet cake! Whoa! |
Sandy: SpongeBob? What in cold chicken and pickles are you doing in my ship? | I went to get you a, so I went to the, and then I got you a, and then T-minus something, and... |
Countdown: Launch commencing. Sandy: Never mind. Can't stop the countdown now. Better strap yourself down. Looks like you're going on a mooncation! | I am?! Whoooooo! Moon trip! Moon trip! Moon trip! Hey, Sandy? Sandy? Sandy? Sandy? Sandy? Hey, Sandy... |
Sandy: Uh, I'm kinda busy here, SpongeBob. Gotta recalculate to account for the extra weight. | Oh, I just wanted to show you the... |
Sandy: for the afterburners! What were you saying, SpongeBob? | Oh, I… brought you a bon voyage sheet cake. |
Sandy: You can't bring regular food into space! | Wha, wha, wha, why not? |
Sandy: Because, as we leave Earth's gravity, everything becomes weightless, and any un-contained food will float off in all directions! | Oh. Is that a bad thing? |
Sandy: Only if it gets sucked into the reverse spatial linearity drive. Ah nuts! | Oops. Sorry, Sandy. |
Sandy: Well, it's a good thing I've brought my special space suit designed for just this kind of situation! Now, try not to file anything else up while I'm saving our necks. Aha! There's our problem. Eh, could've used more nuts. Okay. I've got her up and running, again. Now, can you please sit with your hands folded for a while, SpongeBob? | Roger that! Folding hands. |
Sandy: Now, get ready for lunar module se... | What do you think Sandy? |
Sandy: Just don't touch anything while we separate. | Ok. |
Sandy: That looks like a good spot. Alright, SpongeBob. Now that our camp is set up, it's time for some moon crater boarding! | What's moon crater boarding? |
Sandy: You ride these on that like this. Yeehaw! Right here is the Flip-a-dee-do-dah. Right there is the classic Texas tail grab. And this I call the 7-20 Nut Drop. Munchie! And let's not forget my grandpappy's favorite: The Tour de Saturn. Star gazer! Yeehaw! Nothing like extreme sports and zero gravity! Alright your turn. | Oh gee Sandy. I don't know. This looks kinda scary. |
Sandy: Oh, come on SpongeBob. You got this! It's a can of corn. | I don't know what corn is, but I sure like cans. Alright, I'll give it a try. Sandy, this doesn't seem right. |
Sandy: Uh oh! Looks like SpongeBob's too light for lunar gravity. SpongeBob, grab a hold of this! | Ok. |
Sandy: Wow, SpongeBob! What do you call that trick? Interesting. Maybe you can teach me how to do a Waaaaah! | Hey, this is kind of fun! |
Frankie Billy: Carol, your real father is… Patrick: Hey! Who's Carol's real father?! | Watch this Sandy! Alright. A no-look... let's see... a one-footed, tongue-out, flip, leg up… puncture into the side of the rocket. |
Sandy: You did great, SpongeBob! But, you should call your trick the no-look, one-footed, tongue-out, flip, leg up, puncture the fuel tank on the rocket.” | Oops! |
Sandy: Come on, SpongeBob. We gotta get while there's still enough fuel to make it home! | Wait! I have to do something very important! There! So, we are going to make it, aren’t we Sandy? |
Sandy: If the fuel holds out, there's no reason to panic. Without the engines, we've lost all control. We're coming in too steep! | Is that bad? |
Sandy: Only if you consider being consumed in a giant fireball “bad”. | Well, in that case, I won't... giant fireball?! Sandy, where are you going? |
Sandy: 'm going to take this bull by the horns! | Are we gonna get consumed in a giant fireball? |
Sandy: Not if I can keep her nose up we aren't. Hang on! It's gonna get bumpy when we hit the atmosphere. Yeehaw! | My goodness! |
Sandy: Yeehaw! Yeehaw! | Oh, oh my gosh! Sandy! Sandy, are you okay? Oh, Sandy. I'm sorry I ruined your vacation. |
Sandy: Ruined? Oh heck no! That was the most fun I've had in a toad's age! Once I get my rocket fixed, you and me is heading to Mars. Now, let's go grab another one of them sheet cakes. Both of them: Nat: Boy, good thing I remembered my umbrella. Mable: Me too. Abigail Marge: Come on kids. Dave: Ahh, too bad I forgot my umbrella. Mr. Krabs: Ahhh, the end of another successful business day. You know Squidward this kind of day always reminds me of money Ahhahhahah.... Squidward: Ohh yeah, that's nice. I'll be here working while you.....AHHHHHHHH! Uhhhh. Uhhh...Ummmm...I'm sorry mam, but were closed. . I know you're hungry but- . Uhhh...but we really are closed. Thank-you, come-again. Squidward: Hey!! Closed means closed, Grandma! Oh boy, Some people... Madame Hagfish: One Krabby Patty please. Squidward: I told you...we're closed! I was supposed to get out of here ten minutes ago! And besides, I already cashed the register out. Madame Hagfish: Ohh, but I- Squidward: No. Madame Hagfish: I- Squidward: No. Madame Hagfish: I- Squidward: No way. Madame Hagfish: Please I- Squidward: Never... Madame Hagfish: I brought exact change... Squidward: Ah-ha, that is what they cost...20 years ago. Krabby Patties cost $4.50, lady. Madame Hagfish: Oh dear. Seems I'm just one short. Mr. Krabs: No way granny! Madame Hagfish: Oh, But it's all I have. Please... Squidward: Nope. Madame Hagfish: Ohhh pleasssseeee. | How sad. |
Madame Hagfish: You haven't seen the last of me!!!! Mr. Krabs: Well, I've certainly seen enough . Squidward: What a creepy old hagfish, I thought she'd never leave. Mr. Krabs: Aye, good job there, SpongeBob. Say, what did you tell here that finally drove her out? I may need to know in case she ever comes back . | Need to know in case she ever- . Have a good night Mr. Krabs. |
Mr. Krabs: Oh, you too SpongeBob. Have a good- Night... | Old lady? Old lady? |
Madame Hagfish: Here I am. Right were you told me to meet you. | Actually I told you to meet me two paces to the left. Oh good, you're here! I brought the stuff. |
Madame Hagfish: My goodness! This has to be the most kind, most generous, most thoughtful thing anyone has ever done for- | You're welcome, just take them before someone sees us. |
Mr. Krabs: Too late! | Mr. Krabs! |
Mr. Krabs: So, it's true! | H-How did you find out? |
Mr. Krabs: Found out? Boy, you would have to get up pretty early to sneak a pair of buns past old, Mr. Krabs. Squidward: Or before he takes off his sleep mask. Mr. Krabs: How did you know I wear a sleep mask? | Ohh please, Mr. Krabs don't fire me. Pleaaaseee! |
Madame Hagfish: Eye of newt and frozen sharkskin slab, I hearby curse the Krusty Krab! Mr. Krabs: We are not a soup kitchen, boy! And these will be coming out of your paycheck. Besides, we don't want to encourage- charity... | But what about the- the- the- the- the- the- |
Mr. Krabs: Come on, boy! Spit it out! | The- the- the- the- the- |
Mr. Krabs: Okay, let's see what's under the hood. I think that should do it. | What about the curse? |
Mr. Krabs: Curse? Boy, let me explain something about curses with a short story me grampappy used to tell me: Oh yes, CURSES ARE NONSENSE!! | They are, Mr. Krabs? |
Mr. Krabs: Yep. Just fabricated superstition. Right Squidward? Squidward: You're asking the wrong guy about curses, I live next to SpongeBob Mr. Krabs: See, boy, just a bonical ramblings of an old lady. Nothing to worry about. Mr. Krabs: Squidward, I'm starting to get worried. I've got a funny feeling that the Krusty Krab really is cursed. Squidward: And why is that? Mr. Krabs: Well, we haven't seen a single customer all morning! Squidward: That's not a curse. That's a blessing. Mr. Krabs: Yeah, you're right, there is no such thing as curses. Ha. Mr. Krabs: ME MONEYYY!!!! AAAHHHHHH!!!! | I got it! I got it! Ohh, Ohh Hot, hot! I don't got it... |
Squidward: I just remember there is a no-curse clause in my contract, nice working with you. Mr. Krabs: Squidward, wait. You don't even have a contract. Squidward: There is a no-contract clause in it too. | Mr. Krabs, what makes you so sure that even if we find that old lady, that she will lift the curse? |
Mr. Krabs: Don't worry, SpongeBob. Mr. Krabs has a special technique when dealing with situations like these. It's called beggin' and pleadin' Narrator: Many Hours Later... Mr. Krabs: Well, SpongeBob. I don't think were ever gonna find- | Mr. Krabs, look! |
Mr. Krabs: Well I'll be the slimy, son of a slithery, slippery sea slug, boy. It's here! Madame Hagfish: Give me one good reason why I should lift the curse. Mr. Krabs: Because if ya' don't, me business will be ruined forever. Madame Hagfish: I said: give me a good reason. Mr. Krabs: Oh please, Madame Hagfish. Please, I'll do anything, anything at all. Madame Hagfish: Oh, I like a man who begs. Mr. Krabs: See, told ya' Madame Hagfish: I will lift the curse, provided you two complete a dangerous task. Mr. Krabs: Oh, wait a minute, granny, what part of this- | Oh anything, Great Hagfish. |
Madame Hagfish: Bring me the sacred gold doubloon from the throat of the Giant Golden Eel! SpongeBob and Mr. Krabs: Okay... | Well, this must be it. The lair of the Golden Eel. |
Mr. Krabs: How could you tell? | She gave me its business card. |
Mr. Krabs: Hey, SpongeBob so you think this fudgy stuff we're walking in is the eel's- | ...Leftover pudding. Yes I thought that too. |
Mr. Krabs: Hold it, SpongeBob, Look. | It's the eel. Well, nappy time always comes after pudding. Let's go get the doubloon from his throat before he wakes up. |
Mr. Krabs: Good idea, be careful not to- | WOAAHHH! |
Mr. Krabs: He's awake! | Look out for his- Tail! Quick find something to- ...Hide behind... WOAAAH!!!! Morning, already. I'm coming Mr. Krabs Don't go anywhere! |
Mr. Krabs: I really don't have a choice | Take, this! |
Mr. Krabs: Good job ladee! | We're not finished yet! I got it! I got it! I got it! I got it! I don't got it. |
Mr. Krabs: Madame Hagfish, we've got the gold doubloon you asked for. Madame Hagfish: Finally. Clean free. Mr. Krabs: Ahh, now it's time to lift that curse, like you promised. Madame Hagfish: There ya' go, the curse is lifted. | A closed sign? |
Mr. Krabs: That's it? That's the curse?! Madame Hagfish: You think I'm gonna waste good spells on a bottom-feeder like you? Have a nice day. Mr. Krabs: Well, it's like I told you before boy, there ain't no such thing as witches, or curses, or magical beings, or- Squidward: Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one. I'm done with my shift, Mr. Krabs! And let me just say, there will come a day when I will make something of my life and I will never have to set foot in this grease trap again! Mr. Krabs: Yeah, we'll see you after your lunch break, Squidward. Squidward: Okay. Squilliam: So, I just took my private yacht across my private lake to my private heliport. It's the only way off my private island. Squidward: Oh, shrimp! It's my arch rival from high school, Squilliam Fancyson! I can't let him see me in my Krusty Krab uniform. Squilliam: On your lunch break, eh, Squiddy? Squidward: Yes... I mean no... I mean... uhh, uhh... Hey, whatcha been up to? Squilliam: Oh, just succeeding in everything you've failed in. Squidward: You are no great shakes, Squilliam Fancyson. Anyone can be a big shot in a hick town like Bikini Bottom. Squilliam: Oh, is that so? Let's hear what you've accomplished since high school, Squiddy. Squidward: Don't be intimidated, Squidward. Try to imagine him in his underwear... Oh, no, he's hot! I'm, uhh, in... food service. Squilliam: Hold it, don't tell me. You're a cashier! Squidward: Don't lie. Lying always makes it worse. I own a five-star restaurant! Squilliam: Squidward, I had no idea you were such a success. Squidward: That's right. Squilliam: And I would be honored if you would allow me to come to your restaurant tonight. Squidward: T-t-t-t-t-t-tonight? Squilliam: In fact, we'll all come. My treat! Squidward: Please, Mr. Krabs, you got to help me! When they get here tonight, they're going to see I'm just a big phony and a loser! Mr. Krabs: Aww, BOO-HOO, let me play a sad song for ya on the world's smallest violin. Squidward: This is serious. Mr. Krabs: I know, this really is the world's smallest violin. See? Squidward: Mr. Krabs! Please let me run the restaurant for just one night! I really need to impress Squilliam. Mr. Krabs: Scrih- Scray- Screh- Squilliam? That guy who made millions doing what you wish you could do? Squidward: Don't rub it in. Mr. Krabs: Why didn't you tell me? We'll take him to the cleaners. Squidward: Alright, listen up. Men, Squilliam Fancyson will be here in twenty minutes. Therefore, we need to turn the Krusty Krab into a fancy restaurant as soon as possible. Patrick, what are you doing here? Patrick: I thought the Corps would help me straighten out my life, sir! Squidward: The Corps? What the... Pat, this isn't the... oh! Beggars can't be choosers. Can you take hats in a dignified and sophisticated manner? Patrick: You mean like a weenie? Okay! May I take your hat, thir? May I take your haaaat, sir? May I- Squidward: Alright, I've heard enough, you've got the job. Mr. Krabs, didn't you once serve on the S.S. Gourmet? Mr. Krabs: Aye-aye! Squidward: Then you'll be our chef. | What can I do? |
Squidward: I can't believe I'm saying this, but, SpongeBob, you're going to have to be the waiter. | What's that? |
Squidward: It's the guy who goes to tables and takes orders. | Do other restaurants do that? |
Squidward: Yes, they do that! Now listen, Squilliam is on his way and you have less than twenty minutes to become a fancy waiter, so read this. | How To Become a Fancy Waiter in Less Than 20 Minutes. Don't worry, Squidward, I'll memorize every page, right down to the punctuation marks! |
Squidward: Alright, I've got all the positions filled. I just might pull this off! Patrick: GIVE ME MY HAT! I SAID GIVE IT TO ME! Are you gonna hand it over or not? DON'T YOU BACK-SASS ME! Squidward: He's just the hat-check guy, nothing essential. What happened!? What is it?!? Mr. Krabs: Peas! Made 'em the old-fashioned way. Squidward: Mr. Krabs, you gotta take them out of the... HOLY FISH PASTE! WHAT IS THAT!? Mr. Krabs: That's the appetizer! Squidward: But I thought you said you were the head chef on the S.S. Gourmet? Mr. Krabs: Did I say that? No, I cleaned the bathrooms on the Gourmet. I was the head chef on the S.S. Diarrhea. Squidward: There you are! SpongeBob, you gotta help me! Patrick and Mr. Krabs aren't working out, and Squilliam's almost here, and, and... SpongeBob? | I can't do it. I can't do it, Squidward! |
Squidward: What? | Every sentence, every paragraph... Spoons! Bread! Salad! Pepper! Don't you understand?! My brain is full to bursting! If I have to memorize a single order, I think I'm gonna explode! |
Squidward: SpongeBob, hold on! Let's just take a second here to relax. Little more. Little more. Good. Now, I want you to empty your mind. | Empty my mind? |
Squidward: Empty your mind. | Empty my mind... |
Squidward: Empty your mind of everything that doesn't have to do with fine dining. Fine dining and breathing. Smaller SpongeBob #1: Just got an order from the boss: Dump everything that isn't about fine dining! Other Smaller SpongeBobs: Everything? SpongeBob #1: Everything! Come on, come on, come on! Bring 'em, bring 'em, bring 'em! Jellies, jellies! Let's go, let's go! Keep doing it! Come on, let's get moving! Hurry up! What do you think I'm paying you for? Smaller SpongeBob #2: You don't pay me. We don't even exist. We're just a clever visual metaphor used to personify the abstract concept of thought. Smaller SpongeBob #1: One more crack like that and you're out of here! Smaller SpongeBob #2: No, please! I have three kids! Squidward: How do you feel? SpongeBob? This isn't working! I gotta go tell Squilliam I need more time! I'll just go to Squilliam's house and... Squilliam, you're here! Squilliam: Hello, Squiddy! We're all ready to be dazzled by your five-star restaurant. Squidward: Wait, Squilliam, I've got to explain! Squilliam: Explain what? That you, Squidward Tentacles, voted most likely to suck eggs in high school, are trying to pass off a lousy burger stand as a five-star... ...restaurant!? Hommina, hommina, hommina, hommina, hommina... | Table for Hommina? I can seat you immediately! |
Squidward: How did you do all this? | It was easy, once I cleared my mind. |
Squidward: But what about Krabs and Patrick? | Taken care of. Right this way, please. Good evening, sir. From our menu tonight, might I recommend the Krabby Newburg? We take the finest cuts of aged, imported kelp, stuff them with herbs from our garden, wrap them in parchment with our award-winning shallot tapenade, slow-roast them for six hours in our wood-fired, clay-filled oven, or kiva, and serve them with a garnish of wilted coral on a mahogany plank. |
Squilliam: Mmm... this is fantastic! | Thank you, sir. |
Squidward: Pinch me, I must be dreaming. Ow! | If you need anything else, just call. |
Squidward: SpongeBob, I can't thank you enough for all you're doing! | Fine dining and breathing are all I know how to do. |
Squidward: It worked. I can't believe it! Squilliam thinks I own a five-star restaurant. Time to rub it in his face. Well, Squilliam, I'm waiting. Squilliam: Alright, I admit it. Everything is fabulous. The food, the atmosphere! Everything's flawless! Squidward: In that case, I need you to read this. Squilliam: Uhh, Squidward Tentacles... Squidward: And I need you to wear this. Squilliam: Oh, eh, Squidward Tentacles has the fanciest... Squidward: I'm sorry, one more time. Squilliam: Squidward Tentacles has the fanciest restaurant in Bikini Bottom... and he does not suck eggs. Squidward, I must tell you... Thank you. What really won me over was your brilliant waiter. It's as if all he knows is fine dining... and breathing. I must know your name. | My name? |
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