[yawning]
Hmm, what is this place?
Uh. [sniffing]
Uh. Huh?
[sniffing] Ooh.
Squidward, did you do all this?
Well, I figured if I have to stay here,
I might as well make it livable.
Lard cake?
If you make me lard cakes every morning,
Squiddy, you can do anything you want.
Ah-ah-ah-ah, the etiquette spoon says, "eat like a gentleman."
Ah.
A gentleman?
Watch me, idiot.
A gentleman eats like this.
Holy halibut! Can he actually be taught?
I can mold you.
I can squeeze this lump of clay into a cultured sophisticate
I will make you the most tolerable roommate
of all time.
You'll be my roommate-sterpiece.
More lard cakes, please.
[humming]
Hah.
Wow.
Hehe.
[sighing]
Huh? [groaning]
- Hahaha. - Mmm.
[music playing]
Ah.
Hmm.
Ah ha!
[grunting]
[kissing]
[humming]
[laughing]
[chattering]
[music playing and chattering]
Culture lovers, welcome to the Classy Kiosk.
I am Squidtacular!
And this is my protege, Patrick-panase!
He taught me everything I blow.
And now get ready to
feel the art!
[humming]
Yes. [humming]
[audience chattering]
[mumbling]
[audience gasping]
[audience chattering]
What?!
Hey, watch me, everyone!
I will now bedazzle your dazzlers
with interpretive dance.
[humming]
My turn.
[humming]
[cheering]
Who knew that Patrick could dance like an angel?
Ah. Bravo. Bravo.
Oh, Mr. Krabs, you dropped this.
Hehehe.
Patrick-panase! Patrick-panase!
You make a better Squidward, than Squidward does.
[laughing]
- I do? - Huh?
[laughing]
Ha.
[laughing]
Hey, stop making those noises! Those are my noises!
[sighing]
- Hah. - Huh.
- Hah. - Huh!
- Hah, hah. - Hah, hah.
Patrick is the best Squidward!
[cheering]
So, Squidward, what do you think of your new protege, huh?
New protege... [grumbling]
...he stinks!
And he's not a better me! He's an imposter!
Hmm. Well, if Patrick makes a better Squidward,
maybe you'd make a better Patrick.
[laughing]
Yeah, right. I would make a better Patrick.
A-- Wait a minute, that's it! That'll teach him!
Oh, thanks, SpongeBob. [kissing]
Oh, wait a minute, Squidward.
You dropped your chee--
Zee next morning...
[alarm clock ringing]
Huh huh. Well, Patrick, time for another lovely day
in the flower garden of life.
Hah.
[mumbling]
I love you, brick. Ooh.
Squidward, you kelphead,
what did you do to my beautiful house?
Define "do".
Dah! Don't put my art up your nose, you credent!
I might need that some day. Duh.
Hah.