rqchao/spongebob · Datasets at Hugging Face

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Pearl: Will you hurry up?	Just a second. Coming! Sorry! Pardon me! Here I am...! Cheese...! That'll be a keeper.
Judy: Hey, look, it's Pearl! Hi, Pearl! Pearl: SpongeBob, here come my friends. Uhh, go get me some punch!	Prom expert; away!
Judy & Friend: Hi, Pearl! Pearl: Hi, girls. Judy: I'd like you to meet Billy Fishkins! Billy: Meep. Friend: And you know Brian Flounder from math class. Brian: Meep. Pearl: Hi Brian. Friend: So, like, where's your date, Pearl? We're all dying to meet him. Pearl: He's over at the punch bowl getting me some punch. Judy: Ohh, is he the really tall one? Pearl: Oh, yes! I mean... Oh no. Oh, quick, let's go see how ugly Cindy's dress is! SpongeBob, what are you doing?!	Hi, Pearl! Come on, it won't bite!
Pearl: You look ridiculous!	What is it?
Pearl: Get down, he'll see us! It's my ex-boyfriend, Octavius Rex, a.k.a. long, tan and handsome! Octavius: Meep.	Whoa. But, I bet he isn't holder of the Regional Romance Dance Championship trophy!
Anchovy: Give me that back.	That just didn't happen. Let's go! Ready?
Pearl: SpongeBob, what are you doing? Can't you see everybody here is doing 'the whack'?	The whack? Oh, yeah, I invented that one.
Pearl: Are you sure you can do this? Painter: Aaah! a monster! Pearl: Well, I guess you can take me home now, now that you've ruined everything!	Don't cry, the prom expert is here! I haven't failed yet! Hey, we can still... no, I broke that. We could... no. Don't cry! D-d-don't cry. Whatever you do, don't...
Judy: Wow, what did you do to him? Poor little guy. Pearl: Sponge, are you okay?	— Messed everything up.
Pearl: Don't worry, SpongeBob, ya didn't mess everything up.	— Hot dog!
Pearl: Actually, it was pretty funny when that hot dog landed in Judy's hair.	All I wanted was to have a good time!
Pearl: But I am having a good time! Ya know, we haven't finished our dance yet.	Can I still wear the wig?
Pearl: Yes, you can still wear the wig.	Let's go!
♪All right, you invertebrates. I'm gonna teach you how to do The Sponge. Well, first you take your leg and you stick it in the air, And then you take the other one and jam it right up there, You twist yourself around and give a great big lunge, Now you're doin' The Sponge. Huh, do The Sponge, Sponge, oh do The Sponge, Beat your buns you're doin' The Sponge. Well, now, first you take your leg And you stick it in the air, And then you take the other one, And you jam it right up there, You twist yourself around And you give a great big lunge, Now you're doin', yeah, now you're doin' The Sponge.♪ Pearl: Get lost, pizza topping! Can't you see I'm doing the Sponge? Angry crowd: Get out! SpongeBob & Pearl: They love us! Yay, we're popular! Angry crowd: And don't come back! Long, tan and handsome Anchovy leader: Go wreck someone else's prom, will ya?	Gee whiz, Pearl. I'm sorry tonight didn't go out like you planned.
Pearl: Oh, don't worry, SpongeBob, I knew it would be a total disaster all along. But as long as disasters go, that was really fun. Mr. Krabs: A-ha! Keep away from me precious little flower! You almost stepped on it. Pearl: Oh, daddy! Well, good night, short, yellow and spongy. SpongeBob? Mr. Krabs: Good job, laddie.	Ah, there you are, dummy! You sure come in handy! . May I help you, sir?
Orange customer: I'd like that table over by the window.	As soon as the present customers are done with it. They like to chew their food thoroughly.
Mary: 97... 98... 99... Old Man Walker: Don't rush me, woman! Orange customer: Perhaps this will speed up the process.	How will that help them chew faster?
Mr. Krabs: SpongeBob, what's the problem?	No problem, I was just telling this customer he needed to wait for his favorite table.
Orange customer: Five bucks if I get the table now. Mary: Ow, my hip. Mr. Krabs: Enjoy your meal. Let me know if you need anything else.	Why did you give him the table?
Mr. Krabs: You know what they say: Money Talks.	I didn't know money could talk. Did it tell you to kick those old people out? What do you have against old people?
Mr. Krabs: Don't go goofy on me, boy. Money can't really talk. Only fish can talk.	Wouldn't it be neat if money could talk?
Mr. Krabs: Yeah. Wait a minute... Squidward: What's that music?	I think Mr. Krabs is gonna sing.
Squidward: Oh, great. Mr. Krabs: ♪If I could talk to money, how great my life would be. We'd tell each other secrets, all their friends would visit me. I'd bathe in filthy riches, which is clean enough for me. Oh, if you could tell me what you want, how happy we would be. We'd surely be the best of friends, we'd never disagree. There wouldn't be a downside, not one that I could see. If I could talk to money, come along, sing with me.♪ Squidward: Uh, no thanks, I got to go.	I really have to pee.
Mr. Krabs: ♪If I could talk to money, and it could talk to me. We'd always be the best of friends, for all eternity.♪ Patrick: What did I miss? Mr. Krabs: ♪Oh...♪ ♪If I could talk to money, how great my life...♪ Parlez vous Francais? Hable Español? Ou-yay eak-spay ig-pay atin-lay? Mm-hmm. Maybe this will make you talk. Talk! You're being too hard on the little guy. You can talk to me. I'm your friend. I would give anything to talk to money. Anything! Flying Dutchman: Anything? Mr. Krabs: You? Flying Dutchman: That's right. 'Tis I, the ominous Flying Dutchman. I'll grant your wish, but it'll cost you. Mr. Krabs: Yeah, yeah, my immortal soul. I've heard that speech before. Flying Dutchman: Wha...? Well, uh, great. But be warned! Mr. Krabs: Yeah, yeah, skip the lecture. I want what's coming to me. Flying Dutchman: Humph, you're no fun at all, you know that? Mr. Krabs: Hey, is that pixie dust? Whew, that was a strange dream. Nickel: You think that was a strange dream? I dreamt I was trapped in a prison made of peanut butter. Mr. Krabs: Who said that? Nickel: Down here. Mr. Krabs: Hey, it's a nickel. What were you doing in my belly button, little fella? Nickel: I got stuck in there during your last coin shower. I don't want to talk about it. Mr. Krabs: Do you have anything to say to me? Dollar Bill: Yeah, when was the last time you brushed your teeth? Mr. Krabs: It worked! I can talk to money. Oh... Nickel: Please, don't start singing again. Mr. Krabs: Don't worry, darlings. Soon you'll be rejoined with all your friends. Mary: Oh, my, why don't you kiss me like that? Old Man Walker: Don't start. Squidward: That'll be five dollars. Five-Dollar Bill: Hey, dudes. Money: Run, jump! Jump out! Jump out! Mr. Krabs: Good morning, my darlings. Money: Good morning, Mr Krabs. Mr. Krabs: You're coming home with me. Money: Yay! Mr. Krabs: SpongeBob, I did it. I can talk to money. Go ahead, say hello.	Hello... money.
Mr. Krabs: Oh, aren't they a riot?	I'm starting to worry about Mr Krabs.
Squidward: I'm worried he just left with my paycheck. Mr. Krabs: Now that we're alone, let's tell each other secrets. One-Dollar: What kind of secrets are you talking about? Dime: Yeah, we live in a safe. Money: Yeah! Mr. Krabs: You have any friends you can invite over? One-Dollar: Aren't we enough for you? Dime: Yeah, what's wrong with us? Money: Yeah! Mr. Krabs: Nothing, nothing. You guys are great. I thought you guys might want some company, you know, to make you happy. Money: Why don't you ask what would make us happy? Mr. Krabs: Okay, so how can I make you happy? Money: Spend us! Mr. Krabs: What? Dime: We're money. It's in our nature. One-Dollar: I've been trapped in that safe for eight years. I always wanted to be spent on a fairy princess outfit. Mr. Krabs: What? No way. Ten-Dollar: I want to be spent on corn dogs. Five-Dollar: I want to be spent on diapers. Money: Yeah, yeah, me too. Mr. Krabs: Oh, wait a minute. I am not spending you on corn dogs, diapers, or fairy princess outfits. Clerk: Did you find everything ok? Mr. Krabs: Unfortunately. Money: All right!	Mr. Krabs, lookin' good.
Patrick: What's wrong with Mr. Krabs?	I don't know. He's acting kind of weird.
Money: Spend us. Spend us. Mr. Krabs: I can't spend all of you. And none of you want to be spent on stuff I want. Money: Spend us. Mr. Krabs: Ah, you're all shallow and self-absorbed. What did I ever see in you? Money: Spend us. Mr. Krabs: I'm not listening. Money: Spend us. Mr. Krabs: I'm not... SpongeBob?	Hi, Mr. Krabs. I just came by to make sure you weren't, you know, totally insane.
Mr. Krabs: Take this bag as far away as possible and bury it. Ah! What have I done? Give me that back!	Okay, glad you're not insane.
Mr. Krabs: Dutchman, you cheated me. Take this horrible curse away! I want a refund. Flying Dutchman: All sales are final from the Flying Dutchman, especially for a selfish shellfish like yourself. Try saying that three times fast. Your soul's going into me fanny pack of despair. Now pay up. Huh? An I.O.U. ? Mr. Krabs: Hehe, yeah, well, I sort of sold my soul already. Flying Dutchman: What? To who? Mr. Krabs: To those guys. Monster: We were here first, pops. Monster #2: We've all got a claim on Krabs's soul. Monster: Get to the back of the line. Mr. Krabs: Now, now, I'm sure we can sort this out. Flying Dutchman: You too, SpongeBob?	He was five bucks short on payday. Hi, Squidward! Bet you can't guess what movie we're gonna see! That's okay. I'll tell you. It's Fisher...
Squidward: Ah. You may speak.	Patrick and I are gonna see Fisherman 4!
Squidward: Ha! You two won't sleep a wink tonight if you see that movie.	Squidward, you are looking at two very grown up big boys.
Patrick: Yeah. Nothing can scare us. Squidward: Boo. SpongeBob and Patrick::	Ahem. We'll show Squidward. We're not afraid of any old movie.
SpongeBob and Patrick: Whoa! Patrick: We're lost.	I wish we had a flashlight.
Cinema Anglerfish: Take your seats! SpongeBob and Patrick:	Seats taken, sir. Ooh, the movie's starting!
SpongeBob and Patrick: Shubie: Shhh!	Sorry. So isn't too scary. The Fisherman's hook! Get off the teeter totter!
Patrick: You fools! SpongeBob and Patrick:	The Fisherman's got him!
Patrick: And he'll fry them into fish sticks! I can't watch! Is the scary part over?	Hold on, I'll take a peek.
Edwina: Thank you for meeting me, Edwina, at midnight.	Patrick, it's okay.
Patrick: You sure? It's worse! They're kissing! Edwina: I love you, Susie. Jennifer: It's Jennifer. Edwina: I'll never leave you, Jennifer. Goodbye, Margaret! SpongeBob and Patrick: The Fisherman! People:	Uh, sorry, sorry, sorry!
SpongeBob and Patrick: {{L\|Narrator\|Two hours later... Patrick: See if it's safe.	Aww, the movie's over.
Patrick: Oh, dang. We hardly even saw it.	Well, we'll watch it again. And this time, all the way through. Okay. Keep your eyes open.
Patrick: No problem. Kid Fish in Movie: I love eating ice cream.	Patrick, I'm getting scared. Hold my eyelids open.
Patrick: I'm on it.	D'ohhhh!
Kid Fish in Movie: Hey! My ice cream! No! It was rocky road!	Must close eyes! Too scary!
Patrick: I can't hold your eyelids—they're too slippery! Ow!	Oh, no, we missed the movie.
Patrick: What?! Not again!	It's okay, we'll just see the next one.
Cinema Anglerfish: I'm afraid not. That was the last showing.	Wow. Uh, what time is it?
Cinema Anglerfish: It is one minute to midnight.	One... minute... to midnight?!
Patrick: But that's when the Fisherman comes out!	Come on, Patrick, we've got to get home!
SpongeBob & Patrick: The Fisherman! '' It's midnight! The Fisherman!	Phew. We made it.
Patrick: I guess we showed that old horror movie who's boss.	Yeah. We looked fear right in the face and... avoided direct eye contact.
Patrick: It's like we're heroes.	Okay, buddy. Sleep tight. I'll see you tomorrow.
Patrick: Wait a second. Y-You mean, I gotta walk all the way home alone?	No. No, you don't. I'm gonna walk you to your door.
Patrick: Darn old horror movie. Why couldn't we watch a cartoon instead? Do you hear that?	I think it's coming from over there.
SpongeBob & Patrick: It's the Fisherman!	Oh, it's just Slasher McGee. Okay, I guess I'll just go home now. It's right over there. Just a few steps that away. In the dark? All alone?
Patrick: Oh, okay-kay, come on now, don't be all scared. I'll walk you home.	Aw, thanks, old pal. But then, who's gonna walk you home?
Patrick: Let's just cross that bridge when we burn it. SpongeBob and Patrick: The Fisherman! Squidward: What is wrong with you?!	Oh, hey, Squidward.
Squidward: What are you blockheads up to? Don't you know it's after midnight? Get down here! Patrick: We can't get home.	We're too scared. Thank you, Squidward. You are a true friend.
Patrick: Thanks, Squidwar...	Yeah, thanks, Squidward. I don't think we would've ever gotten home with you.
Squidward: Hat.	Oh, yeah. Here.
Squidward: I told those muttonheads not to see that movie.	Patrick! Are you okay?
Patrick: Yeah! Are you okay?	I think so! Good night!
Patrick: Yeah., good night! Just don't think about the Fisherman!	Oh, no, I will not think about the Fisherman! Sleep tight!
Squidward: Oh, The Fisherman. The Fisherman. Blah, blah, blah. They want a Fisherman, eh? I'll give them a Fisherman! And how! No. No. Um... no. Aha! It's time for those lame-brains to meet the real Fisherman. This is gonna be good. Patrick: Uh, hello? Someone there? Uh, uh? What's that? There's something stuck... Huh. Oh, wait a second. Oh, yeah. That's the spot. A little to the left. Oh, yeah. All right. Right there. Squidward: Gotcha! Patrick: The Fisherman! Squidward: Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. SpongeBob! Get up! He's here!	Who's here? Hold on, let me get up. Your face!
Patrick: Oh. There.	Now who's here?
Patrick: Uh, someone's here?	You just said.
Patrick: Oh. The Fisherman's here.	The Fisherman!
Patrick: The Fisherman! SpongeBob & Patrick: Squidward: Ha Ha Ha Ha. This is the most perfect. What a couple of hopeless babies. I really should stop. But I'm having too much fun. (goes in SpongeBob's house) Ha. It's almost too easy.	Quick. Block the door.
Squidward: There's just no sport in it.	Get everything?
Patrick: What about this? (Patrick holds Gary)	Not Gary. Think it'll hold?
Patrick: I sure hope so. (SpongeBob and Patrick look into window and sees Squidward, laughing) SpongeBob & Patrick: (scream as Squidward opens the window and then scream again) Patrick: Maybe if we don't look at him he'll go away.	Oh yeah. Just like the movie. (they close their eyes, later open them to see Squidward behind them)
Squidward: I'm the Deadly Fisherman! SpongeBob & Patrick: (scream)	I guess this is the end, old buddy.
Patrick: I don't want to die in my underwear!	Here. (SpongeBob takes off his underwear) Die in mine.
Patrick: Hey. Good idea. Let's trade. (Patrick takes off his underwear) Here you go.	And here you go. (SpongeBob and Patrick trade underwears and puts on their underwears) Now where were we? Oh, yeah.
SpongeBob & Patrick: He's gonna turn us into fish sticks! Squidward: SpongeBob & Patrick: (scream)	That thing's eating Squidward!
Patrick: Not our bestest buddy! We gotta save him! Okay, play 33. I need you to go long. And... break. You're going down, Fisherman!	Don't worry, Squidward. We'll get you out of that old monster. Let's get to the window. Okay! I think you got it! Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, there, there, no need to thank us. We were only doing what friends to for the bestest buddy. Well, I guess we don't have to worry about that old monster anymore.
Squidward: Huh? SpongeBob & Patrick: Gary: Meow. Flying Dutchman: Curse this cursed, ghostly fog. I can barely see past me own nose. Urrgh! Arrgh! Me ship. Hello, Roadside Assistance? I've got a bit of a flat! My location where I'll be staying? Business or residence? Residence. Argh!	The Flying Dutchman! What are you doing in my house?
Flying Dutchman: I'm stuck here while my ship is being repaired. Until then, I'm here to haunt ya!	Squidward! Squidward! Squidward! Help!
Squidward: Ow! Ow! Ow! Ooh! Ee! Ow! Ee! Ooh!	Squidward, you have to help me! There's a gh-gh-gh, a ghost in my house!
Squidward: SpongeBob, how many times do I have to tell you? I don't believe in ghosts and I never liked you!	PATRICK! Patrick! Patrick! Patrick! Patrick, you gotta help me! The Flying Dutch... ...man. Gary! Don't you dare hurt my little Gary!
Gary: Meow. Meow!	Gary!
Flying Dutchman: Nothing better than giving a good scare! Argh!	It's okay, Gary.
Flying Dutchman: Don't get too comfortable!	Goodnight, Gary.
Flying Dutchman: Hmm? Hmm?	Um, Dutchie? Is this gonna be much longer?
Flying Dutchman: Why aren't you freakin' out, lad?	Well, you've been here a while, and, uhh, I've seen all your tricks.
Flying Dutchman: What are you trying to say?	Eeeh.
Flying Dutchman: I know when I'm washed up. I've been doing the same material for years! Scaring is a young man's game. It's time to give up the ghost; no pun intended.	Oh, no, no. I meant that I'm just used to it, that's all.
Flying Dutchman: Don't lie to me!	You just gotta scare someone other than me.
Flying Dutchman: Hmm... Fish: Mind if I test it out? Yeah, this does feel comfortable. Mattress Salesman: Would you excuse me for a moment? Flying Dutchman: Grr! Raargh! Raargh! Move! Raargh! Ah, forget it. Mattress Salesman: So, what do you think? Flying Dutchman: It's official; I'm not scary anymore.	Just what kinda talk is that? You're just off your game, that's all.
Flying Dutchman: Maybe I just need a break. Take some time off, you know?	Sure, relax a little.
Flying Dutchman: Maybe stay with a friend for a while. On a comfy couch in a pineapple. Just for a little while longer? 'Til I get back on my feet? Narrator: 6 Months Later...	Hey, champ! How's it...
Red Ghost: Turn it up... Purple Ghost: Turn the knob up. Yellow Ghost: Whoo! Flying Dutchman: Who'd guess we have so much in common? You like teddy bears; I like teddy bears. You like ponies; I like ponies! Nancy: Is that a wedding ring? Flying Dutchman: Oh, this? Oh, it's nothing.	What is going on around here?
Flying Dutchman: Come on, SpongeBob, don't be a stick in the mud! Purple Ghost: Look out below! How was that? Flying Dutchman: Even better the third time.	Oh, no. No, no, no, no, no! Everyone, get out!
Flying Dutchman: Alrighty, boys, party's over. Time to scoot, honey.	Dutchie! Do you wanna spend eternity on this couch?
Flying Dutchman: Well, it is comfy.	Look in the mirror. You're a ghost of your former self!
Flying Dutchman: Ah, you're right, SpongeBob. I'm pathetic.	Yes, you are. But we're going to raise you up from your squalled conditions through the use of visual aids. Watch now.
Flying Dutchman: What in barnacles is it?	A journey into self-awareness.
Fish: The power within. The power within. Fish #2: The power within. The power within. The power within. The power within. The power within. The power within. The power within! Yeah. Flying Dutchman: That was beautiful!	Now get off of that couch and into your clothes, Dutchman! It's time to get serious. Let's start you off easy. You think you can take that old lady down there?
Flying Dutchman: What are you kidding me? Scaring her is too easy.	Now that's the Flying Dutchman I know. Let's see you put those words into action.

Pearl: Will you hurry up?

Just a second. Coming! Sorry! Pardon me! Here I am...! Cheese...! That'll be a keeper.

Judy: Hey, look, it's Pearl! Hi, Pearl! Pearl: SpongeBob, here come my friends. Uhh, go get me some punch!

Prom expert; away!

Judy & Friend: Hi, Pearl! Pearl: Hi, girls. Judy: I'd like you to meet Billy Fishkins! Billy: Meep. Friend: And you know Brian Flounder from math class. Brian: Meep. Pearl: Hi Brian. Friend: So, like, where's your date, Pearl? We're all dying to meet him. Pearl: He's over at the punch bowl getting me some punch. Judy: Ohh, is he the really tall one? Pearl: Oh, yes! I mean... Oh no. Oh, quick, let's go see how ugly Cindy's dress is! SpongeBob, what are you doing?!

Hi, Pearl! Come on, it won't bite!

Pearl: You look ridiculous!

What is it?

Pearl: Get down, he'll see us! It's my ex-boyfriend, Octavius Rex, a.k.a. long, tan and handsome! Octavius: Meep.

Whoa. But, I bet he isn't holder of the Regional Romance Dance Championship trophy!

Anchovy: Give me that back.

That just didn't happen. Let's go! Ready?

Pearl: SpongeBob, what are you doing? Can't you see everybody here is doing 'the whack'?

The whack? Oh, yeah, I invented that one.

Pearl: Are you sure you can do this? Painter: Aaah! a monster! Pearl: Well, I guess you can take me home now, now that you've ruined everything!

Don't cry, the prom expert is here! I haven't failed yet! Hey, we can still... no, I broke that. We could... no. Don't cry! D-d-don't cry. Whatever you do, don't...

Judy: Wow, what did you do to him? Poor little guy. Pearl: Sponge, are you okay?

— Messed everything up.

Pearl: Don't worry, SpongeBob, ya didn't mess everything up.

— Hot dog!

Pearl: Actually, it was pretty funny when that hot dog landed in Judy's hair.

All I wanted was to have a good time!

Pearl: But I am having a good time! Ya know, we haven't finished our dance yet.

Can I still wear the wig?

Pearl: Yes, you can still wear the wig.

Let's go!

♪All right, you invertebrates. I'm gonna teach you how to do The Sponge. Well, first you take your leg and you stick it in the air, And then you take the other one and jam it right up there, You twist yourself around and give a great big lunge, Now you're doin' The Sponge. Huh, do The Sponge, Sponge, oh do The Sponge, Beat your buns you're doin' The Sponge. Well, now, first you take your leg And you stick it in the air, And then you take the other one, And you jam it right up there, You twist yourself around And you give a great big lunge, Now you're doin', yeah, now you're doin' The Sponge.♪ Pearl: Get lost, pizza topping! Can't you see I'm doing the Sponge? Angry crowd: Get out! SpongeBob & Pearl: They love us! Yay, we're popular! Angry crowd: And don't come back! Long, tan and handsome Anchovy leader: Go wreck someone else's prom, will ya?

Gee whiz, Pearl. I'm sorry tonight didn't go out like you planned.

Pearl: Oh, don't worry, SpongeBob, I knew it would be a total disaster all along. But as long as disasters go, that was really fun. Mr. Krabs: A-ha! Keep away from me precious little flower! You almost stepped on it. Pearl: Oh, daddy! Well, good night, short, yellow and spongy. SpongeBob? Mr. Krabs: Good job, laddie.

Ah, there you are, dummy! You sure come in handy! . May I help you, sir?

Orange customer: I'd like that table over by the window.

As soon as the present customers are done with it. They like to chew their food thoroughly.

Mary: 97... 98... 99... Old Man Walker: Don't rush me, woman! Orange customer: Perhaps this will speed up the process.

How will that help them chew faster?

Mr. Krabs: SpongeBob, what's the problem?

No problem, I was just telling this customer he needed to wait for his favorite table.

Orange customer: Five bucks if I get the table now. Mary: Ow, my hip. Mr. Krabs: Enjoy your meal. Let me know if you need anything else.

Why did you give him the table?

Mr. Krabs: You know what they say: Money Talks.

I didn't know money could talk. Did it tell you to kick those old people out? What do you have against old people?

Mr. Krabs: Don't go goofy on me, boy. Money can't really talk. Only fish can talk.

Wouldn't it be neat if money could talk?

Mr. Krabs: Yeah. Wait a minute... Squidward: What's that music?

I think Mr. Krabs is gonna sing.

Squidward: Oh, great. Mr. Krabs: ♪If I could talk to money, how great my life would be. We'd tell each other secrets, all their friends would visit me. I'd bathe in filthy riches, which is clean enough for me. Oh, if you could tell me what you want, how happy we would be. We'd surely be the best of friends, we'd never disagree. There wouldn't be a downside, not one that I could see. If I could talk to money, come along, sing with me.♪ Squidward: Uh, no thanks, I got to go.

I really have to pee.

Mr. Krabs: ♪If I could talk to money, and it could talk to me. We'd always be the best of friends, for all eternity.♪ Patrick: What did I miss? Mr. Krabs: ♪Oh...♪ ♪If I could talk to money, how great my life...♪ Parlez vous Francais? Hable Español? Ou-yay eak-spay ig-pay atin-lay? Mm-hmm. Maybe this will make you talk. Talk! You're being too hard on the little guy. You can talk to me. I'm your friend. I would give anything to talk to money. Anything! Flying Dutchman: Anything? Mr. Krabs: You? Flying Dutchman: That's right. 'Tis I, the ominous Flying Dutchman. I'll grant your wish, but it'll cost you. Mr. Krabs: Yeah, yeah, my immortal soul. I've heard that speech before. Flying Dutchman: Wha...? Well, uh, great. But be warned! Mr. Krabs: Yeah, yeah, skip the lecture. I want what's coming to me. Flying Dutchman: Humph, you're no fun at all, you know that? Mr. Krabs: Hey, is that pixie dust? Whew, that was a strange dream. Nickel: You think that was a strange dream? I dreamt I was trapped in a prison made of peanut butter. Mr. Krabs: Who said that? Nickel: Down here. Mr. Krabs: Hey, it's a nickel. What were you doing in my belly button, little fella? Nickel: I got stuck in there during your last coin shower. I don't want to talk about it. Mr. Krabs: Do you have anything to say to me? Dollar Bill: Yeah, when was the last time you brushed your teeth? Mr. Krabs: It worked! I can talk to money. Oh... Nickel: Please, don't start singing again. Mr. Krabs: Don't worry, darlings. Soon you'll be rejoined with all your friends. Mary: Oh, my, why don't you kiss me like that? Old Man Walker: Don't start. Squidward: That'll be five dollars. Five-Dollar Bill: Hey, dudes. Money: Run, jump! Jump out! Jump out! Mr. Krabs: Good morning, my darlings. Money: Good morning, Mr Krabs. Mr. Krabs: You're coming home with me. Money: Yay! Mr. Krabs: SpongeBob, I did it. I can talk to money. Go ahead, say hello.

Hello... money.

Mr. Krabs: Oh, aren't they a riot?

I'm starting to worry about Mr Krabs.

Squidward: I'm worried he just left with my paycheck. Mr. Krabs: Now that we're alone, let's tell each other secrets. One-Dollar: What kind of secrets are you talking about? Dime: Yeah, we live in a safe. Money: Yeah! Mr. Krabs: You have any friends you can invite over? One-Dollar: Aren't we enough for you? Dime: Yeah, what's wrong with us? Money: Yeah! Mr. Krabs: Nothing, nothing. You guys are great. I thought you guys might want some company, you know, to make you happy. Money: Why don't you ask what would make us happy? Mr. Krabs: Okay, so how can I make you happy? Money: Spend us! Mr. Krabs: What? Dime: We're money. It's in our nature. One-Dollar: I've been trapped in that safe for eight years. I always wanted to be spent on a fairy princess outfit. Mr. Krabs: What? No way. Ten-Dollar: I want to be spent on corn dogs. Five-Dollar: I want to be spent on diapers. Money: Yeah, yeah, me too. Mr. Krabs: Oh, wait a minute. I am not spending you on corn dogs, diapers, or fairy princess outfits. Clerk: Did you find everything ok? Mr. Krabs: Unfortunately. Money: All right!

Mr. Krabs, lookin' good.

Patrick: What's wrong with Mr. Krabs?

I don't know. He's acting kind of weird.

Money: Spend us. Spend us. Mr. Krabs: I can't spend all of you. And none of you want to be spent on stuff I want. Money: Spend us. Mr. Krabs: Ah, you're all shallow and self-absorbed. What did I ever see in you? Money: Spend us. Mr. Krabs: I'm not listening. Money: Spend us. Mr. Krabs: I'm not... SpongeBob?

Hi, Mr. Krabs. I just came by to make sure you weren't, you know, totally insane.

Mr. Krabs: Take this bag as far away as possible and bury it. Ah! What have I done? Give me that back!

Okay, glad you're not insane.

Mr. Krabs: Dutchman, you cheated me. Take this horrible curse away! I want a refund. Flying Dutchman: All sales are final from the Flying Dutchman, especially for a selfish shellfish like yourself. Try saying that three times fast. Your soul's going into me fanny pack of despair. Now pay up. Huh? An I.O.U. ? Mr. Krabs: Hehe, yeah, well, I sort of sold my soul already. Flying Dutchman: What? To who? Mr. Krabs: To those guys. Monster: We were here first, pops. Monster #2: We've all got a claim on Krabs's soul. Monster: Get to the back of the line. Mr. Krabs: Now, now, I'm sure we can sort this out. Flying Dutchman: You too, SpongeBob?

He was five bucks short on payday. Hi, Squidward! Bet you can't guess what movie we're gonna see! That's okay. I'll tell you. It's Fisher...

Squidward: Ah. You may speak.

Patrick and I are gonna see Fisherman 4!

Squidward: Ha! You two won't sleep a wink tonight if you see that movie.

Squidward, you are looking at two very grown up big boys.

Patrick: Yeah. Nothing can scare us. Squidward: Boo. SpongeBob and Patrick::

Ahem. We'll show Squidward. We're not afraid of any old movie.

SpongeBob and Patrick: Whoa! Patrick: We're lost.

I wish we had a flashlight.

Cinema Anglerfish: Take your seats! SpongeBob and Patrick:

Seats taken, sir. Ooh, the movie's starting!

SpongeBob and Patrick: Shubie: Shhh!

Sorry. So isn't too scary. The Fisherman's hook! Get off the teeter totter!

Patrick: You fools! SpongeBob and Patrick:

The Fisherman's got him!

Patrick: And he'll fry them into fish sticks! I can't watch! Is the scary part over?

Hold on, I'll take a peek.

Edwina: Thank you for meeting me, Edwina, at midnight.

Patrick, it's okay.

Patrick: You sure? It's worse! They're kissing! Edwina: I love you, Susie. Jennifer: It's Jennifer. Edwina: I'll never leave you, Jennifer. Goodbye, Margaret! SpongeBob and Patrick: The Fisherman! People:

Uh, sorry, sorry, sorry!

SpongeBob and Patrick: {{L|Narrator|Two hours later... Patrick: See if it's safe.

Aww, the movie's over.

Patrick: Oh, dang. We hardly even saw it.

Well, we'll watch it again. And this time, all the way through. Okay. Keep your eyes open.

Patrick: No problem. Kid Fish in Movie: I love eating ice cream.

Patrick, I'm getting scared. Hold my eyelids open.

Patrick: I'm on it.

D'ohhhh!

Kid Fish in Movie: Hey! My ice cream! No! It was rocky road!

Must close eyes! Too scary!

Patrick: I can't hold your eyelids—they're too slippery! Ow!

Oh, no, we missed the movie.

Patrick: What?! Not again!

It's okay, we'll just see the next one.

Cinema Anglerfish: I'm afraid not. That was the last showing.

Wow. Uh, what time is it?

Cinema Anglerfish: It is one minute to midnight.

One... minute... to midnight?!

Patrick: But that's when the Fisherman comes out!

Come on, Patrick, we've got to get home!

SpongeBob & Patrick: The Fisherman! '' It's midnight! The Fisherman!

Phew. We made it.

Patrick: I guess we showed that old horror movie who's boss.

Yeah. We looked fear right in the face and... avoided direct eye contact.

Patrick: It's like we're heroes.

Okay, buddy. Sleep tight. I'll see you tomorrow.

Patrick: Wait a second. Y-You mean, I gotta walk all the way home alone?

No. No, you don't. I'm gonna walk you to your door.

Patrick: Darn old horror movie. Why couldn't we watch a cartoon instead? Do you hear that?

I think it's coming from over there.

SpongeBob & Patrick: It's the Fisherman!

Oh, it's just Slasher McGee. Okay, I guess I'll just go home now. It's right over there. Just a few steps that away. In the dark? All alone?

Patrick: Oh, okay-kay, come on now, don't be all scared. I'll walk you home.

Aw, thanks, old pal. But then, who's gonna walk you home?

Patrick: Let's just cross that bridge when we burn it. SpongeBob and Patrick: The Fisherman! Squidward: What is wrong with you?!

Oh, hey, Squidward.

Squidward: What are you blockheads up to? Don't you know it's after midnight? Get down here! Patrick: We can't get home.

We're too scared. Thank you, Squidward. You are a true friend.

Patrick: Thanks, Squidwar...

Yeah, thanks, Squidward. I don't think we would've ever gotten home with you.

Squidward: Hat.

Oh, yeah. Here.

Squidward: I told those muttonheads not to see that movie.

Patrick! Are you okay?

Patrick: Yeah! Are you okay?

I think so! Good night!

Patrick: Yeah., good night! Just don't think about the Fisherman!

Oh, no, I will not think about the Fisherman! Sleep tight!

Squidward: Oh, The Fisherman. The Fisherman. Blah, blah, blah. They want a Fisherman, eh? I'll give them a Fisherman! And how! No. No. Um... no. Aha! It's time for those lame-brains to meet the real Fisherman. This is gonna be good. Patrick: Uh, hello? Someone there? Uh, uh? What's that? There's something stuck... Huh. Oh, wait a second. Oh, yeah. That's the spot. A little to the left. Oh, yeah. All right. Right there. Squidward: Gotcha! Patrick: The Fisherman! Squidward: Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. SpongeBob! Get up! He's here!

Who's here? Hold on, let me get up. Your face!

Patrick: Oh. There.

Now who's here?

Patrick: Uh, someone's here?

You just said.

Patrick: Oh. The Fisherman's here.

The Fisherman!

Patrick: The Fisherman! SpongeBob & Patrick: Squidward: Ha Ha Ha Ha. This is the most perfect. What a couple of hopeless babies. I really should stop. But I'm having too much fun. (goes in SpongeBob's house) Ha. It's almost too easy.

Quick. Block the door.

Squidward: There's just no sport in it.

Get everything?

Patrick: What about this? (Patrick holds Gary)

Not Gary. Think it'll hold?

Patrick: I sure hope so. (SpongeBob and Patrick look into window and sees Squidward, laughing) SpongeBob & Patrick: (scream as Squidward opens the window and then scream again) Patrick: Maybe if we don't look at him he'll go away.

Oh yeah. Just like the movie. (they close their eyes, later open them to see Squidward behind them)

Squidward: I'm the Deadly Fisherman! SpongeBob & Patrick: (scream)

I guess this is the end, old buddy.

Patrick: I don't want to die in my underwear!

Here. (SpongeBob takes off his underwear) Die in mine.

Patrick: Hey. Good idea. Let's trade. (Patrick takes off his underwear) Here you go.

And here you go. (SpongeBob and Patrick trade underwears and puts on their underwears) Now where were we? Oh, yeah.

SpongeBob & Patrick: He's gonna turn us into fish sticks! Squidward: SpongeBob & Patrick: (scream)

That thing's eating Squidward!

Patrick: Not our bestest buddy! We gotta save him! Okay, play 33. I need you to go long. And... break. You're going down, Fisherman!

Don't worry, Squidward. We'll get you out of that old monster. Let's get to the window. Okay! I think you got it! Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, there, there, no need to thank us. We were only doing what friends to for the bestest buddy. Well, I guess we don't have to worry about that old monster anymore.

Squidward: Huh? SpongeBob & Patrick: Gary: Meow. Flying Dutchman: Curse this cursed, ghostly fog. I can barely see past me own nose. Urrgh! Arrgh! Me ship. Hello, Roadside Assistance? I've got a bit of a flat! My location where I'll be staying? Business or residence? Residence. Argh!

The Flying Dutchman! What are you doing in my house?

Flying Dutchman: I'm stuck here while my ship is being repaired. Until then, I'm here to haunt ya!

Squidward! Squidward! Squidward! Help!

Squidward: Ow! Ow! Ow! Ooh! Ee! Ow! Ee! Ooh!

Squidward, you have to help me! There's a gh-gh-gh, a ghost in my house!

Squidward: SpongeBob, how many times do I have to tell you? I don't believe in ghosts and I never liked you!

PATRICK! Patrick! Patrick! Patrick! Patrick, you gotta help me! The Flying Dutch... ...man. Gary! Don't you dare hurt my little Gary!

Gary: Meow. Meow!

Gary!

Flying Dutchman: Nothing better than giving a good scare! Argh!

It's okay, Gary.

Flying Dutchman: Don't get too comfortable!

Goodnight, Gary.

Flying Dutchman: Hmm? Hmm?

Um, Dutchie? Is this gonna be much longer?

Flying Dutchman: Why aren't you freakin' out, lad?

Well, you've been here a while, and, uhh, I've seen all your tricks.

Flying Dutchman: What are you trying to say?

Eeeh.

Flying Dutchman: I know when I'm washed up. I've been doing the same material for years! Scaring is a young man's game. It's time to give up the ghost; no pun intended.

Oh, no, no. I meant that I'm just used to it, that's all.

Flying Dutchman: Don't lie to me!

You just gotta scare someone other than me.

Flying Dutchman: Hmm... Fish: Mind if I test it out? Yeah, this does feel comfortable. Mattress Salesman: Would you excuse me for a moment? Flying Dutchman: Grr! Raargh! Raargh! Move! Raargh! Ah, forget it. Mattress Salesman: So, what do you think? Flying Dutchman: It's official; I'm not scary anymore.

Just what kinda talk is that? You're just off your game, that's all.

Flying Dutchman: Maybe I just need a break. Take some time off, you know?

Sure, relax a little.

Flying Dutchman: Maybe stay with a friend for a while. On a comfy couch in a pineapple. Just for a little while longer? 'Til I get back on my feet? Narrator: 6 Months Later...

Hey, champ! How's it...

Red Ghost: Turn it up... Purple Ghost: Turn the knob up. Yellow Ghost: Whoo! Flying Dutchman: Who'd guess we have so much in common? You like teddy bears; I like teddy bears. You like ponies; I like ponies! Nancy: Is that a wedding ring? Flying Dutchman: Oh, this? Oh, it's nothing.

What is going on around here?

Flying Dutchman: Come on, SpongeBob, don't be a stick in the mud! Purple Ghost: Look out below! How was that? Flying Dutchman: Even better the third time.

Oh, no. No, no, no, no, no! Everyone, get out!

Flying Dutchman: Alrighty, boys, party's over. Time to scoot, honey.

Dutchie! Do you wanna spend eternity on this couch?

Flying Dutchman: Well, it is comfy.

Look in the mirror. You're a ghost of your former self!

Flying Dutchman: Ah, you're right, SpongeBob. I'm pathetic.

Yes, you are. But we're going to raise you up from your squalled conditions through the use of visual aids. Watch now.

Flying Dutchman: What in barnacles is it?

A journey into self-awareness.

Fish: The power within. The power within. Fish #2: The power within. The power within. The power within. The power within. The power within. The power within. The power within! Yeah. Flying Dutchman: That was beautiful!

Now get off of that couch and into your clothes, Dutchman! It's time to get serious. Let's start you off easy. You think you can take that old lady down there?

Flying Dutchman: What are you kidding me? Scaring her is too easy.

Now that's the Flying Dutchman I know. Let's see you put those words into action.