You’re old.
[moaning]
Crumbling like a geazer.
Like an old has been.
Look at yourself, old man. You’ve got multiple chins ‘cause you’re old.
There we go.
Good morning, Daddy.
- Muah! I made you breakfast. - Thank you, Sweet Pea.
I see ya got created with the bran today.
Open up. It’s time for the pill.
Oh barnacles. I hate the pill.
Oh.
Have a coral day, honey!
Jenny, it’s Pearl. Coral is definitely out!
Please be money. Please be money.
Oh, that’s not money!
Come on. Move it.
Could you be any slower? And you’ve had your blinker on for the last five bloocks.
[laughing]
Stop! Thief!
What a no good [indiscernible] of kelp that guy was.
There ain’t nothing worse than a thief.
Oh. Boo hoo. Let me play sad song for ya on the world’s smallest violin.
This is serious.
I know. This really is the world’s smartest violin, see?
Be boo boo be.
Ba.
Be!
Boo boo ba!
Look at you, Plankton!
Once again you’re falling flat on your back in another pathetic attempt
to steal me formula. Though you tried and tried, you haven’t the
smallest nibble of my delicious formula.
And you never will!
[laughing]
I’m feeling so alive!
♪ Cha-ching, cha-ching, cha-chingaree ♪
♪ Money, oh money, how I love thee ♪
♪ Cha-ching, cha-chong, cha-changaroo ♪
♪ From pennies to dollars, Any amount'll do! ♪
♪ Cha-ching, cha-ching, it's no contest! ♪
♪ There's only one thing that I love the best! ♪
La la la la la!
Well, little patty, we’re two of a kind.
We’ve both lost our luster.
Hmm. So that’s what I taste like.
Ah! Holy fish paste! What is that?!
That’s the appetizer.
But I thought you said you were the head chef of the SS Gourmet!
Did I say that? No. I cleaned the bathrooms on the Gourmet.
I was the head chef on the SS Diarrhea.
The three pronged jig hook was first sighted in local waters more
than 100 years ago.
Wait a minute. I hate golf!
Well, I’ve done everything I wanted to do.
So, last year. Hold on Gina. Yeah, Dad?
- How’s it going? - Fine!
- Whatcha up to? - I’m talking on the phone!
- Oh really? - Really.
Oh.
Dad, isn’t there something you need to do?
Oh, hey there boy-o. Lovely day for a boat wash.
[groaning]
Thanks Boy-o. I’m having an antique sale. Have a look around.
Hey, Patrick. Look at this thing. Pretty cool, huh?
That looks like the toilet plunger I threw out yesterday.
That ain’t no toilet plunger! This here’s an antique!
It’s ah… a 17th centry soup laddle. See?
- Breath spray. - Check.
- Lucky hankie. - Check.
Oh Mr. Krabs. This dinner has been so wonderful.
The coral was cooked to perfection. I don’t think I could eat another bite.
- Oh, I doubt that my little shrimp boat. - You’re spoiling me, Mr. Krabs.
I mean, foot rubs between courses,
caricatures,
imported music.
[sighing]
- Your bill, sir. - What?!
One hundred dollars?!
Well, this can’t possibly be correct!
Oh, my mistake sir. Thank you for pointing that out.
This is your bill.
[screaming]
Are you feeling it now, Mr. Krabs? Art thou feeling it now, Mr. Krabs?
- You feeling it now, Mr. Krabs? - Shhh!
Maybe this’ll make you talk. Talk! You’re being too hard on the little guy.
You can talk to me. I’m your friend.
Whoa! Larney stone, that’s a horrible [indiscerible].
I knew I was forgetting something.
♪ Whoa, bring back me money to me ♪
No, Spongebob! Don’t let it go!
- Nah hah. - Get it SpongeBob! Get it! Get it!
But, hey! Get back! No! Uh! I…
No!
This’ll make a great fish story, eh Mr. Krabs?
Oh, SpongeBob. - Yes, Mr. Krabs?
You’re fired!
Whoa!
Un! Ex! Ceptable!
Pearl!
My friends will here in 20 minutes for my slumber party.
And you’re laying around in your tiny no longer, whities!
A man works all week to keep his pants off all weekend.