Good evening, me dear.
May I say you look lovelier than a stack of twenties.
Oh, Eugene, you know how I love it
when you compare me to folded money.
[Mr. Krabs giggling]
Me daughter Pearl will be our server tonight.
[gasping] How sweet.
[sighing]
[groaning]
[laughing]
[burping] Oh.
Oh, the sparkling cider is extra fizzy tonight.
Now you just relax, Puffkins, while I consult
with my very expensive private chefs.
Alright, hurry up, you cheap slob slingers!
Get the dinner on the table.
[groaning]
Here. Even a simpleton like you can make a salad.
And it'd better be fancy.
Oh, I hope I can make it fancy enough.
[grunting]
[groaning]
How's this?
[groaning]
Oops, can't forget the salad dressing.
[groaning]
Mmm mmm.
Mmm. It looks wonderful.
It kinda does, doesn't it?
Hey, not bad.
[burping]
But it's not good enough
for my Puffkins. [chuckles]
Why, Eugene, how gallant.
I'll just go check on the next course.
[grumbling]
Oh, my.
What in the name of all that greasy
are you doing in here?!
Salads aren't supposed to have bubbles.
Squidward, you're supposed to be watching him.
Don't ruin this dinner for me.
[grunting]
Just what did you put on that salad?
Oh, good grief, this is dish soap.
I thought those salads had a fresh lemony scent.
Go back to cooking, you numbskull.
[humming]
[groaning]
[chuckles]
Oh.
[groaning]
Huh?
[shrieking]
Not fancy enough for you. [chuckles]
Oh.
It looks beautiful.
Uh-oh.
Not fancy enough for ya.
Still not fancy enough for me fancy lady.
[unintelligible] Just give me some food!
[chuckles] Okay.
I'll just go check on the main course, then.
[sighing]
Huh?
You two had better come up with something tasty
or you're both double fired!
So we fired from being fired?
Does that mean we're hired?
Yes!
Then you're triple fired!
Oh.
Just make something edible. [groaning]
[sniffing]
Hey, that actually smells tasty.
Hooray!
[grunting]
[gasping]
[grunting] Food fight!
[fighting]
[screaming]
SpongeBob?!
Ooh, ooh, hot, hot, hot, hot!
[grunting]
[grumbling]
[sighing]
Whew. Huh?
[groaning]
[chuckles]
Just let me check the quality, my dear.
Let go of my grub, bub!
Mm. I'm famished!
Psst. That's not food, that's SpongeBob.
Yar!
[grunting]
We gotta stop her.
Where are you going with my dinner?!
Squidward, go long. [grunting]
I don't want 'em!
[unintelligible]
[groaning]
[growling]
[screaming]
[sighing]
[grunting]
[groaning]
[grunting]
[belching] Ooh.
That was delicious.
Puffkins, I don't know how to say this, but...
You ate SpongeBob!
[SpongeBob laughing]
Hey, a candle!
Oh, my.
I'm afraid you'll finally have to pass SpongeBob.
Oh. Just take me to the doctor.