rqchao/spongebob · Datasets at Hugging Face

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Police Officer: Turn to your left. Plankton: What is this? Police Officer: Mug shot. Plankton: Looks nothing like me. Police Officer: Low life. Plankton: You'd live a low life too, officer, if you were my height! Could have given me a bigger blanket! Police Officer: One too many Goofy Goobers again, eh, Patrick? Patrick: No, sir, I couldn't eat another. Police Officer: Get in there and sleep it off. Plankton: Not exactly the blanket I wanted.	Isn't it a crime to impersonate a police officer?
Mr. Krabs: We're not impersonating, boy-o. I was in the navy, and the navy is sort of like the cops...of the sea. And I just deputized you.	Deput—wow! I always wanted to be an officer of the law! Check it out. I'm the fuzz. Ooh, look at this! I'm also a flat foot! Watch me work. Mr. Mime, you have the right to remain silent. Stop or I'll shoot...you a nasty look.
Mr. Krabs: Huh? Hey, let go! Cops don't hold hands.	Well...they should.
Mr. Krabs: Bring it in, Officer Little Buddy! Mr. Krabs: What? Cops can hug. You know, boy-o, we probably make some pretty good cops.	Hm? Ohh. What have we got here? Excuse me, miss. Have you got a license to sell these cookies?
Mr. Krabs: Officer SquarePants, I don't think we ought to—	Let me handle this, Officer Mr. Krabs! Well, missy, do ya?
Helen the Felon: I don't have a license.	Yeah, that's what I thought. You're under arrest for violating penal code 4968973025-D.
Mr. Krabs: How did you know that?	That's classified.
Patrick: Oh, I love it here. We have owers, uh, a courtyard, and three square meals a day. All chum...Ahh. Plankton: I know. They're my only customer. Patrick: This is the best part! Pretty cool, huh? Plankton: If you attempt to use that in front of me, I'll annihilate you.	Central booking, also known as the cop shop.
Mr. Krabs: How do you know all these words?	Still classified.
Officer John Slugfish: Well, if it isn't little Helen the Felon. Good work, boys. You nabbed the most notorious criminal in Bikini Bottom.	Huh? This sweet little thing?
Officer John Slugfish: You can drop the act now, Helen. Mr. Krabs: Hey! Officer John Slugfish: That's my girl. All right, take her to the interrogation room. Mr. Krabs: While I look for the formula, you can interrogate the suspect.	But I don't know how to interrogate.
Mr. Krabs: Then just ask questions. And act tough.	Um...questions and act tough. Got it. Hmm... Okay, little Helen! What do you think of this weather?
Helen the Felon: I think it's wuh-vey! Let me ask you something. How long have you been an idiot?	I want a lawyer.
Helen the Felon: Just answer the question!	An idiot? I don't know! Is it hot in here? Pressure—I can't—okay, I'll confess! I'll confess to it all! Anything! Whatever you got!
Plankton: That's it. Keep up that cacophony. Your noise is drowning out my filing. Patrick: My stomach needs frozen treats. Patrick's stomach: Frozen treats. Patrick: Huh! I'm gonna have to make myself some jailhouse ice cream. Patrick: Try it! You can't even tell the difference. Plankton: Blech! No, thanks. But, say, I know where they keep the real ice cream around here: in the evidence room. A guy like you who knows his way around here might be able— Patrick: I have a key. Plankton: Oh, really? Let's go! Mr. Krabs: Donuts? Whoa! Hm. Well...maybe just one. Evidence room! Huh? Patrick: You promised me ice cream! Hmph! Plankton: Look, once I get the secret formula and rule the world, I'll buy you all the ice cream you want! Let's see. Comic books, sea shells...an old man... Old Man Jenkins: Hello! Plankton: Outboard motors...stolen jokes...a leg... Fred: My leg! Plankton: Hmm? Well, drop a dime on me! There it is! Mr. Krabs: Oh, no, you don't! Plankton: Krabs? What are you doing here? I stole that formula fair and square! Mr. Krabs: Well, I'm stealing it back! Plankton: Oh, no, you not! Old Man Jenkins: Hello! Old Man Jenkins: Hello! Old people: Hello! Mr. Krabs: Who's been pinching all these geezers? Patrick: Where's my ice cream? Where's my ice cream? Where— Ohh! Well, there it is. Mr. Krabs: What are you doing, you maniac?! Help! Police! Mr. Krabs: What do you think you're— Officer John Slugfish: I don't know what you two are doing, but it looks illegal.	I have a confession to make!
Officer John Slugfish: I'll just hold onto this formula till the morning.	Oh, but, officer, I have more confessions.
Officer John Slugfish: Zip it, kid! I get it. You're a criminal mastermind.	Guilty! Yay!
Plankton: Hey, where's Patrick?	Well, I must confess, this is sure cozy.
Narrator: It is a very special day in Bikini Bottom.	I'm ready! I'm ready! I'm ready! Patrick, did you bring my flashcards?
Patrick: Right here, buddy. Everything you need to pass the test is on these cards. Mmm.	No, Patrick!
Patrick: Hey, learning tastes good.	Patrick, I needed those.
Patrick: Oh, fiddlesticks. You've taken that driving test more times than anyone.	57 times.
Patrick: Well, then 58 is your lucky number. You're gonna pass that driving test, SpongeBob, because you're a winner.	I'm a winner?
Patrick: Who's a winner?	I'm a winner.
Patrick: Who's a winner?	I'm a winner.
Patrick: Who's a winner?!	I'm a winner! I'm a winner! I'm a winner!
Narrator: One minute thirty seven seconds later... Patrick: How'd you do, winner? Let's see that license.	I didn't get a license, Patrick.
Patrick: Are they gonna mail it to you?	No, Patrick, I failed the boating test. I guess 58 wasn't my lucky number after all.
Patrick: No way! 58 is, like, the luckiest number ever! The test must be rigged.	Let's just go home, Patrick.
Patrick: We're not going anywhere until I get to the bottom of this. I'm taking that test, myself.	No, Patrick! I've been training for years. They'll eat you alive.
Patrick: Please, SpongeBob. I think I know what I'm doing.	No, Patrick. No!
Mrs. Puff: Good morning. Patrick: You're not the judge of me! Mrs. Puff: Actually, I am. Let the testing begin!	I shouldn't have let him do it. What kind of friend am I?
Patrick: SpongeBob! SpongeBob!	I'm here for you, buddy.
Patrick: I passed my test!	You got a perfect score?
Patrick: Yeah, I thought you said it was hard.	Perfect score.
Patrick: Come on, I'm gonna get my picture taken for my new license. Miss Shell: Stand behind the line, sir. Patrick: How do I look?	Like a winner.
Miss Shell: Ready? Patrick: Ready.	Huh?
Fish: Congratulations, Mr. Star. You're the one millionth person to pass the test. Patrick: Does that mean I get a free key chain? Fish: Uhh, no. Patrick: Oh. Fish: You get a brand-new boat mobile. The new Bass Blaster 3000. The ultimate boating machine. Patrick: Yeah! All right! Fish: Women will want you. Men will want to be you. You'll be the envy of your friends. Patrick: Isn't this great? I got my license and a new boat.	I'm so happy for you... Whoa!
Patrick: The horn works. Woo! This is the greatest day ever. Right, SpongeBob?	Right, Patrick. I can't think of one thing that would make this day better. Except maybe getting my license.
Patrick: Maybe if you apply yourself you could be the two millionth person to get his license.	Two millionth?
Patrick: Then you can get a free boat just like me.	Yeah, just like you.
Patrick: I try to serve as an inspiration to others.	Can we go home now? We've been driving around your house for hours.
Patrick: I know. It's a lot faster than walking, isn't it?	Thanks for the ride, Patrick.
Patrick: No problem, buddy. You can't help being a... pedestrian.	Patrick, what are you doing?
Patrick: I'm trying to work on my boat mobile. Now could you keep it down? It's 3:00 in the morning, people are trying to sleep.	4:00? Who could be at the door at this hou— Now what is it, Patrick?
Patrick: You will never guess what happen to me today.	You got your license.
Patrick: Yeah! But that's not all.	You got a new boat.
Patrick: Yeah. Have you been following me? You know, you need to get your own life.	Oh... I just need a few minutes sleep.
Gary: Meow.	Yes, Gary, I saw his new boat. I'm so tired.
Patrick: Hey, buddy. Need a ride to work?	Thanks, Patrick, but I'd rather walk to work.
Patrick: Boy, I never realized how empty life is without a license.	Thanks for the ride.
Patrick: No problem, buddy. You can give me rides once you get your license. I mean, if you get your license.	That's it. I am through driving around with Patrick. If I have to see one more boat mobile...
Mr. Krabs: SpongeBob, you're manning the drive-thru.	When did we get a drive-thru?
Mr. Krabs: I realized there's a lot of young people on the go these days. They don't have time to sit down and eat. They're too busy out on the open road living their dreams.	I used to have a dream.
Mr. Krabs: Yeah? I used to have a kidney stone. Everything passes eventually. Now stop dreaming and work for a living.	Welcome to the Krusty Krab, may I—
Patrick: The horn still works. Hey, SpongeBob.	What's with the helmet, Patrick?
Patrick: Well, since I'm now an expert driver, I have to keep up my image.	Uh-huh.
Patrick: Boy, driving is so easy.	Oh?
Patrick: Do you want me to give you lessons?	Oh, that would be great.
Patrick: Oh!	Patrick!
Patrick: Hi, mommy. Hi, daddy. Mr. SquarePants: Patrick, how many times do we have to tell you we're SpongeBob's mom and dad, not yours? Patrick: What? I'm an orphan? Oh, but guess what? I passed my driver's test. Mrs. SquarePants: That's great, Patrick. Patrick: SpongeBob failed his test, so don't mention it. Mrs. SquarePants: Oh, we know how to stay clear of that minefield.	Mom!
Patrick: Well, I've got to take Mr. Walks-a-lot back home. He's always asking for rides.	Hey.
Mr. SquarePants: Even Patrick has a license. Patrick: Let's see what this baby can do.	Patrick, the speed limit is 40mph.
Patrick: Yeah, yeah.	40.5mph? That's almost 41mph. He's speeding. Patrick! Stop this car.
Patrick: What? Where? Who?	Officer, it is my civilian duty to report that the driver of this vehicle is speeding. Why don't you clock him with your radar gun?
Officer: Umm... okay. Actually, he's going 40mph under the limit. So, move along before I run you in, tattletale.	Are you sure you don't want to run him in? It's a red light, Patrick! Patrick, you just ran three red lights!
Patrick: So?	You're suppose to stop!
Patrick: I think the driving genius knows what he's doing.	Driving genius?! Why would a genius make an illegal u-turn... through an orphanage?!
Patrick: They ran for it in time. What are you so mad about?	I should've gotten that license, and this should be my boat mobile!
Patrick: How can you say that?! If you were my friend, you'd be happy for me getting my license!	If you were my friend, you wouldn't rub your license in my face!
Patrick: I'm not rubbing my license in your face! This is rubbing my license in your face!	Oh, give me that! I worked my whole life for this! You don't deserve this!
Officer: Huh, litterbugs. This is why I joined the force. SpongeBob & Patrick: It's the police! Officer: Pull it over, litterbug! Patrick: Litterbug?! No! Officer: Ooh, I got me a runner.	Patrick, what do you think you're doing?
Patrick: I don't know! I don't have a license anymore. Judge: 90 days. I hope you learned a valuable lesson about littering. Patrick: So long, buddy. Don't forget to feed Gary. Sometimes you forget to feed him.	What have I done? Patrick can't survive in prison. He's too soft. Wait! Patrick's innocent. I tore up Patrick's license and threw it out the window. I'm the litterbug. Take me instead.
Judge: Well, considering there's no legal precedent... oh, what the heck. 90 days! Narrator: One debt to society later...	Patrick!
Patrick: SpongeBob!	I'm glad you passed the test. I'm glad you have a license. And to prove it, I made you this: Pals 4 Ever. Let's put it on your boat mobile, buddy.
Patrick: Oh, I don't have a boat mobile anymore.	What?
Patrick: It stopped working so I threw it away. The needle was on E and I figured that must mean end.	Oh, then what do we do with this?
Patrick: How's that?	Yeah!
Patrick: Ready, buddy?	Ready, pal. Woo! Woo!
Mr. Krabs: Okay, everybody settle down. Welcome to the Komedy Krab! Now please give a warm welcome to our first comic, the indiscernible Dougie Williams! Dougie Williams: Good evening, folks. I'm going to skip the jokes and get right to the part where I throw pies at you!	I hope I do as good as that guy.
Dougie Williams: Man, those people will laugh at anything. Hey, don't sweat it kid, I got them all worked up for you. Mr. Krabs: Put your fins together for SpongeBob SquarePants! Sandy: Go get 'em, SpongeBob! Patrick: Whoo-hoo!	Hey, hey, hey ladies and jellyfish, have you ever noticed salt shakers? I mean, you fill them up every night at closing, and I mean, where does it all go? Huh? You know what I mean? And tomatoes -- what's the deal on those things? I mean, you chop them up into slices, but... What are they, vegetables or... fruit? And what does that make? Ketchup?
Fred: Oh, brother, THIS GUY STINKS! Harold: HEY, HEY, FUNNY GUY! I'VE GOT A JOKE FOR YOU! WHAT SMELLS ROTTEN AND PUTS PEOPLE TO SLEEP?	Umm, noxious gas?
Harold: NO! YOUR ACT!	Did you ever notice how, uhh... ...forks, uhh...
Fred: Forks?! Come on!	Quick, SpongeBob, make a witty observation! Did you ever notice how big squirrels' teeth are?
Fish: That's true. Sandy: Huh?	I mean, hey, you could land a plane on those things. And what's up with that squirrel fur? I guess fleas need a home, too.
Patrick: Squirrel fur!	And they smell! But hey, you'd stink too if you spent three months buried in dirt. Hey, why does it take more than one squirrel to change a light bulb?
Fred: WHY?	Because, they're so darn stupid!
All: HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Patrick: That's a good one, huh, Sandy? Sandy: Uhh, y-yeah... Mr. Krabs: That was fantastic, boy! You really knocked 'em out! I think I'll do this joke night thing again with you as the head-liner!	I never thought I could be a head-liner! Whatever that is.
Mr. Krabs: The headliner's the one who cleans up after the show.	Well, at least I don't have to clean up my act!
Mr. Krabs: Stick with the squirrel jokes, boy. Now get busy!	Mops, mops, mops, what's up with those things? I mean, really. Oh, hey, Sandy!
Sandy: Howdy, SpongeBob.	Did you enjoy the show?
Sandy: Well, ac-actually, SpongeBob, n-no. Those jokes are hurtful and you know it.	Come on, Sandy, I was just joking. I mean, everybody knows that you're the smartest one in Bikini Bottom.
Sandy: Well, I can't argue with that.	We all gotta laugh at ourselves once in a while. I do it all the time!
Sandy: You're right, SpongeBob. I was being a little too sensitive. No hard feelings. Okay, deodorant. Huh, let's see. Roll-on or stick? Fred: I think she should buy both. Sandy: Huh? Scooter: Hey, look, guys! It's the stupid squirrel! Lloyd: I know, let's try to communicate with it. All: Duh... Sandy: Hmph! Hello, little critter! What's your name? Mable: Don't stand too close to a squirrel, Billy. You'll catch its stupid. Billy: Okay, mom. Sandy: Stupidity isn't a virus. But it sure is spreading like one.	La-la-la-la-la-la. Squirrely, squirrely, squirrely, squirrel. Because they're stupid. Because they're stupid.
Sandy: Hey, uhh, SpongeBob?	Oh, hi, Sandy.
Sandy: Umm, I need to talk to you about them squirrel jokes.	We already talked about that, remember?
Sandy: SpongeBob, this is serious. Since you've been telling them jokes, people have been treating me different. Patrick: SpongeBob, five minutes. Hel-lo... Sandy. Me Patrick. Do you un-der-stand? Squirrels. Sandy: Y-y-you see? That's what I'm talking about!	Ah, that's just Patrick. He's just fooling around.
Sandy: I'm just asking you as a friend, please lay off them squirrel jokes, okay? Tell some of them other jokes you got.	Other jokes? Bah! I got a million of them.
Sandy: Thanks, SpongeBob, I knew you'd understand. Mr. Krabs: Put your fins together for SpongeBob SquarePants!	Uhh, hi. Uhh, did you hear about the goldfish who went bankrupt? Now he's a bronze fish. I guess you heard that one.
Sandy: I haven't heard it! Good one, SpongeBob!	Thank you, you're too kind. Hey, what about this water? I mean, the stuff's everywhere.

Police Officer: Turn to your left. Plankton: What is this? Police Officer: Mug shot. Plankton: Looks nothing like me. Police Officer: Low life. Plankton: You'd live a low life too, officer, if you were my height! Could have given me a bigger blanket! Police Officer: One too many Goofy Goobers again, eh, Patrick? Patrick: No, sir, I couldn't eat another. Police Officer: Get in there and sleep it off. Plankton: Not exactly the blanket I wanted.

Isn't it a crime to impersonate a police officer?

Mr. Krabs: We're not impersonating, boy-o. I was in the navy, and the navy is sort of like the cops...of the sea. And I just deputized you.

Deput—wow! I always wanted to be an officer of the law! Check it out. I'm the fuzz. Ooh, look at this! I'm also a flat foot! Watch me work. Mr. Mime, you have the right to remain silent. Stop or I'll shoot...you a nasty look.

Mr. Krabs: Huh? Hey, let go! Cops don't hold hands.

Well...they should.

Mr. Krabs: Bring it in, Officer Little Buddy! Mr. Krabs: What? Cops can hug. You know, boy-o, we probably make some pretty good cops.

Hm? Ohh. What have we got here? Excuse me, miss. Have you got a license to sell these cookies?

Mr. Krabs: Officer SquarePants, I don't think we ought to—

Let me handle this, Officer Mr. Krabs! Well, missy, do ya?

Helen the Felon: I don't have a license.

Yeah, that's what I thought. You're under arrest for violating penal code 4968973025-D.

Mr. Krabs: How did you know that?

That's classified.

Patrick: Oh, I love it here. We have owers, uh, a courtyard, and three square meals a day. All chum...Ahh. Plankton: I know. They're my only customer. Patrick: This is the best part! Pretty cool, huh? Plankton: If you attempt to use that in front of me, I'll annihilate you.

Central booking, also known as the cop shop.

Mr. Krabs: How do you know all these words?

Still classified.

Officer John Slugfish: Well, if it isn't little Helen the Felon. Good work, boys. You nabbed the most notorious criminal in Bikini Bottom.

Huh? This sweet little thing?

Officer John Slugfish: You can drop the act now, Helen. Mr. Krabs: Hey! Officer John Slugfish: That's my girl. All right, take her to the interrogation room. Mr. Krabs: While I look for the formula, you can interrogate the suspect.

But I don't know how to interrogate.

Mr. Krabs: Then just ask questions. And act tough.

Um...questions and act tough. Got it. Hmm... Okay, little Helen! What do you think of this weather?

Helen the Felon: I think it's wuh-vey! Let me ask you something. How long have you been an idiot?

I want a lawyer.

Helen the Felon: Just answer the question!

An idiot? I don't know! Is it hot in here? Pressure—I can't—okay, I'll confess! I'll confess to it all! Anything! Whatever you got!

Plankton: That's it. Keep up that cacophony. Your noise is drowning out my filing. Patrick: My stomach needs frozen treats. Patrick's stomach: Frozen treats. Patrick: Huh! I'm gonna have to make myself some jailhouse ice cream. Patrick: Try it! You can't even tell the difference. Plankton: Blech! No, thanks. But, say, I know where they keep the real ice cream around here: in the evidence room. A guy like you who knows his way around here might be able— Patrick: I have a key. Plankton: Oh, really? Let's go! Mr. Krabs: Donuts? Whoa! Hm. Well...maybe just one. Evidence room! Huh? Patrick: You promised me ice cream! Hmph! Plankton: Look, once I get the secret formula and rule the world, I'll buy you all the ice cream you want! Let's see. Comic books, sea shells...an old man... Old Man Jenkins: Hello! Plankton: Outboard motors...stolen jokes...a leg... Fred: My leg! Plankton: Hmm? Well, drop a dime on me! There it is! Mr. Krabs: Oh, no, you don't! Plankton: Krabs? What are you doing here? I stole that formula fair and square! Mr. Krabs: Well, I'm stealing it back! Plankton: Oh, no, you not! Old Man Jenkins: Hello! Old Man Jenkins: Hello! Old people: Hello! Mr. Krabs: Who's been pinching all these geezers? Patrick: Where's my ice cream? Where's my ice cream? Where— Ohh! Well, there it is. Mr. Krabs: What are you doing, you maniac?! Help! Police! Mr. Krabs: What do you think you're— Officer John Slugfish: I don't know what you two are doing, but it looks illegal.

I have a confession to make!

Officer John Slugfish: I'll just hold onto this formula till the morning.

Oh, but, officer, I have more confessions.

Officer John Slugfish: Zip it, kid! I get it. You're a criminal mastermind.

Guilty! Yay!

Plankton: Hey, where's Patrick?

Well, I must confess, this is sure cozy.

Narrator: It is a very special day in Bikini Bottom.

I'm ready! I'm ready! I'm ready! Patrick, did you bring my flashcards?

Patrick: Right here, buddy. Everything you need to pass the test is on these cards. Mmm.

No, Patrick!

Patrick: Hey, learning tastes good.

Patrick, I needed those.

Patrick: Oh, fiddlesticks. You've taken that driving test more times than anyone.

57 times.

Patrick: Well, then 58 is your lucky number. You're gonna pass that driving test, SpongeBob, because you're a winner.

I'm a winner?

Patrick: Who's a winner?

I'm a winner.

Patrick: Who's a winner?

I'm a winner.

Patrick: Who's a winner?!

I'm a winner! I'm a winner! I'm a winner!

Narrator: One minute thirty seven seconds later... Patrick: How'd you do, winner? Let's see that license.

I didn't get a license, Patrick.

Patrick: Are they gonna mail it to you?

No, Patrick, I failed the boating test. I guess 58 wasn't my lucky number after all.

Patrick: No way! 58 is, like, the luckiest number ever! The test must be rigged.

Let's just go home, Patrick.

Patrick: We're not going anywhere until I get to the bottom of this. I'm taking that test, myself.

No, Patrick! I've been training for years. They'll eat you alive.

Patrick: Please, SpongeBob. I think I know what I'm doing.

No, Patrick. No!

Mrs. Puff: Good morning. Patrick: You're not the judge of me! Mrs. Puff: Actually, I am. Let the testing begin!

I shouldn't have let him do it. What kind of friend am I?

Patrick: SpongeBob! SpongeBob!

I'm here for you, buddy.

Patrick: I passed my test!

You got a perfect score?

Patrick: Yeah, I thought you said it was hard.

Perfect score.

Patrick: Come on, I'm gonna get my picture taken for my new license. Miss Shell: Stand behind the line, sir. Patrick: How do I look?

Like a winner.

Miss Shell: Ready? Patrick: Ready.

Huh?

Fish: Congratulations, Mr. Star. You're the one millionth person to pass the test. Patrick: Does that mean I get a free key chain? Fish: Uhh, no. Patrick: Oh. Fish: You get a brand-new boat mobile. The new Bass Blaster 3000. The ultimate boating machine. Patrick: Yeah! All right! Fish: Women will want you. Men will want to be you. You'll be the envy of your friends. Patrick: Isn't this great? I got my license and a new boat.

I'm so happy for you... Whoa!

Patrick: The horn works. Woo! This is the greatest day ever. Right, SpongeBob?

Right, Patrick. I can't think of one thing that would make this day better. Except maybe getting my license.

Patrick: Maybe if you apply yourself you could be the two millionth person to get his license.

Two millionth?

Patrick: Then you can get a free boat just like me.

Yeah, just like you.

Patrick: I try to serve as an inspiration to others.

Can we go home now? We've been driving around your house for hours.

Patrick: I know. It's a lot faster than walking, isn't it?

Thanks for the ride, Patrick.

Patrick: No problem, buddy. You can't help being a... pedestrian.

Patrick, what are you doing?

Patrick: I'm trying to work on my boat mobile. Now could you keep it down? It's 3:00 in the morning, people are trying to sleep.

4:00? Who could be at the door at this hou— Now what is it, Patrick?

Patrick: You will never guess what happen to me today.

You got your license.

Patrick: Yeah! But that's not all.

You got a new boat.

Patrick: Yeah. Have you been following me? You know, you need to get your own life.

Oh... I just need a few minutes sleep.

Gary: Meow.

Yes, Gary, I saw his new boat. I'm so tired.

Patrick: Hey, buddy. Need a ride to work?

Thanks, Patrick, but I'd rather walk to work.

Patrick: Boy, I never realized how empty life is without a license.

Thanks for the ride.

Patrick: No problem, buddy. You can give me rides once you get your license. I mean, if you get your license.

That's it. I am through driving around with Patrick. If I have to see one more boat mobile...

Mr. Krabs: SpongeBob, you're manning the drive-thru.

When did we get a drive-thru?

Mr. Krabs: I realized there's a lot of young people on the go these days. They don't have time to sit down and eat. They're too busy out on the open road living their dreams.

I used to have a dream.

Mr. Krabs: Yeah? I used to have a kidney stone. Everything passes eventually. Now stop dreaming and work for a living.

Welcome to the Krusty Krab, may I—

Patrick: The horn still works. Hey, SpongeBob.

What's with the helmet, Patrick?

Patrick: Well, since I'm now an expert driver, I have to keep up my image.

Uh-huh.

Patrick: Boy, driving is so easy.

Oh?

Patrick: Do you want me to give you lessons?

Oh, that would be great.

Patrick: Oh!

Patrick!

Patrick: Hi, mommy. Hi, daddy. Mr. SquarePants: Patrick, how many times do we have to tell you we're SpongeBob's mom and dad, not yours? Patrick: What? I'm an orphan? Oh, but guess what? I passed my driver's test. Mrs. SquarePants: That's great, Patrick. Patrick: SpongeBob failed his test, so don't mention it. Mrs. SquarePants: Oh, we know how to stay clear of that minefield.

Mom!

Patrick: Well, I've got to take Mr. Walks-a-lot back home. He's always asking for rides.

Hey.

Mr. SquarePants: Even Patrick has a license. Patrick: Let's see what this baby can do.

Patrick, the speed limit is 40mph.

Patrick: Yeah, yeah.

40.5mph? That's almost 41mph. He's speeding. Patrick! Stop this car.

Patrick: What? Where? Who?

Officer, it is my civilian duty to report that the driver of this vehicle is speeding. Why don't you clock him with your radar gun?

Officer: Umm... okay. Actually, he's going 40mph under the limit. So, move along before I run you in, tattletale.

Are you sure you don't want to run him in? It's a red light, Patrick! Patrick, you just ran three red lights!

Patrick: So?

You're suppose to stop!

Patrick: I think the driving genius knows what he's doing.

Driving genius?! Why would a genius make an illegal u-turn... through an orphanage?!

Patrick: They ran for it in time. What are you so mad about?

I should've gotten that license, and this should be my boat mobile!

Patrick: How can you say that?! If you were my friend, you'd be happy for me getting my license!

If you were my friend, you wouldn't rub your license in my face!

Patrick: I'm not rubbing my license in your face! This is rubbing my license in your face!

Oh, give me that! I worked my whole life for this! You don't deserve this!

Officer: Huh, litterbugs. This is why I joined the force. SpongeBob & Patrick: It's the police! Officer: Pull it over, litterbug! Patrick: Litterbug?! No! Officer: Ooh, I got me a runner.

Patrick, what do you think you're doing?

Patrick: I don't know! I don't have a license anymore. Judge: 90 days. I hope you learned a valuable lesson about littering. Patrick: So long, buddy. Don't forget to feed Gary. Sometimes you forget to feed him.

What have I done? Patrick can't survive in prison. He's too soft. Wait! Patrick's innocent. I tore up Patrick's license and threw it out the window. I'm the litterbug. Take me instead.

Judge: Well, considering there's no legal precedent... oh, what the heck. 90 days! Narrator: One debt to society later...

Patrick!

Patrick: SpongeBob!

I'm glad you passed the test. I'm glad you have a license. And to prove it, I made you this: Pals 4 Ever. Let's put it on your boat mobile, buddy.

Patrick: Oh, I don't have a boat mobile anymore.

What?

Patrick: It stopped working so I threw it away. The needle was on E and I figured that must mean end.

Oh, then what do we do with this?

Patrick: How's that?

Yeah!

Patrick: Ready, buddy?

Ready, pal. Woo! Woo!

Mr. Krabs: Okay, everybody settle down. Welcome to the Komedy Krab! Now please give a warm welcome to our first comic, the indiscernible Dougie Williams! Dougie Williams: Good evening, folks. I'm going to skip the jokes and get right to the part where I throw pies at you!

I hope I do as good as that guy.

Dougie Williams: Man, those people will laugh at anything. Hey, don't sweat it kid, I got them all worked up for you. Mr. Krabs: Put your fins together for SpongeBob SquarePants! Sandy: Go get 'em, SpongeBob! Patrick: Whoo-hoo!

Hey, hey, hey ladies and jellyfish, have you ever noticed salt shakers? I mean, you fill them up every night at closing, and I mean, where does it all go? Huh? You know what I mean? And tomatoes -- what's the deal on those things? I mean, you chop them up into slices, but... What are they, vegetables or... fruit? And what does that make? Ketchup?

Fred: Oh, brother, THIS GUY STINKS! Harold: HEY, HEY, FUNNY GUY! I'VE GOT A JOKE FOR YOU! WHAT SMELLS ROTTEN AND PUTS PEOPLE TO SLEEP?

Umm, noxious gas?

Harold: NO! YOUR ACT!

Did you ever notice how, uhh... ...forks, uhh...

Fred: Forks?! Come on!

Quick, SpongeBob, make a witty observation! Did you ever notice how big squirrels' teeth are?

Fish: That's true. Sandy: Huh?

I mean, hey, you could land a plane on those things. And what's up with that squirrel fur? I guess fleas need a home, too.

Patrick: Squirrel fur!

And they smell! But hey, you'd stink too if you spent three months buried in dirt. Hey, why does it take more than one squirrel to change a light bulb?

Fred: WHY?

Because, they're so darn stupid!

All: HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Patrick: That's a good one, huh, Sandy? Sandy: Uhh, y-yeah... Mr. Krabs: That was fantastic, boy! You really knocked 'em out! I think I'll do this joke night thing again with you as the head-liner!

I never thought I could be a head-liner! Whatever that is.

Mr. Krabs: The headliner's the one who cleans up after the show.

Well, at least I don't have to clean up my act!

Mr. Krabs: Stick with the squirrel jokes, boy. Now get busy!

Mops, mops, mops, what's up with those things? I mean, really. Oh, hey, Sandy!

Sandy: Howdy, SpongeBob.

Did you enjoy the show?

Sandy: Well, ac-actually, SpongeBob, n-no. Those jokes are hurtful and you know it.

Come on, Sandy, I was just joking. I mean, everybody knows that you're the smartest one in Bikini Bottom.

Sandy: Well, I can't argue with that.

We all gotta laugh at ourselves once in a while. I do it all the time!

Sandy: You're right, SpongeBob. I was being a little too sensitive. No hard feelings. Okay, deodorant. Huh, let's see. Roll-on or stick? Fred: I think she should buy both. Sandy: Huh? Scooter: Hey, look, guys! It's the stupid squirrel! Lloyd: I know, let's try to communicate with it. All: Duh... Sandy: Hmph! Hello, little critter! What's your name? Mable: Don't stand too close to a squirrel, Billy. You'll catch its stupid. Billy: Okay, mom. Sandy: Stupidity isn't a virus. But it sure is spreading like one.

La-la-la-la-la-la. Squirrely, squirrely, squirrely, squirrel. Because they're stupid. Because they're stupid.

Sandy: Hey, uhh, SpongeBob?

Oh, hi, Sandy.

Sandy: Umm, I need to talk to you about them squirrel jokes.

We already talked about that, remember?

Sandy: SpongeBob, this is serious. Since you've been telling them jokes, people have been treating me different. Patrick: SpongeBob, five minutes. Hel-lo... Sandy. Me Patrick. Do you un-der-stand? Squirrels. Sandy: Y-y-you see? That's what I'm talking about!

Ah, that's just Patrick. He's just fooling around.

Sandy: I'm just asking you as a friend, please lay off them squirrel jokes, okay? Tell some of them other jokes you got.

Other jokes? Bah! I got a million of them.

Sandy: Thanks, SpongeBob, I knew you'd understand. Mr. Krabs: Put your fins together for SpongeBob SquarePants!

Uhh, hi. Uhh, did you hear about the goldfish who went bankrupt? Now he's a bronze fish. I guess you heard that one.

Sandy: I haven't heard it! Good one, SpongeBob!

Thank you, you're too kind. Hey, what about this water? I mean, the stuff's everywhere.