- Mr. Krabs, can I have a raise? - No.
What doesn't kill you usually succeeds in a second attempt.
Get back to work!
[burps]
The deed is done.
Um, why did you eat my boots, Mr. Krabs?
[crowd booing]
I'm losing money on this deal!
It's worth every penny.
- Can we talk about this? - No.
- How about a discount on restroom tokens? - Afraid not.
How's about a free glass of water?
A dozen free glasses of water!
I'll even put ice in it!
No! Come back! Two dollars!
Two dollars! No! No!
Mr. Krabs, I know I put pickles on that Krabby Patty.
That two bucks is coming out of your paycheck.
Wait! But...
SpongeBob, I got a proposition for you.
How's about you go catch me some of those little money fish?
Oh, boy… getting paid to jellyfish.
That's my life's dream!
Well, keep dreaming, this'll be on your time.
Here's your check.
And here's yours, SpongeBob.
You're making me pay you to stand at the cash register?!
What is the meaning of this?
Have you gone off the deep?
There's gonna be a few changes around here!
Every time I catch you two goofing off, I'm going to charge you for it.
I... lost... you!
What?
I bet your contract and I lost.
- Where is it? - What?
My dime!
Me special dime!
The first dime I ever made!
I always keep it at the back of the register for luck!
Well, I've never seen it.
Are you prepared to say that
with your hand on a stack of Interpretive Dance Quarterlies?
Are you accusing me of something?
Well, the way I see it there are three possibilities.
One, you stole it.
Two, you stole it.
Or three, you stole it!
Someone tried to throw away a patty!
Pinch-o-matic has saved you 5.2 cents.
But, Mr. Krabs, I found that under the grill.
And tomorrow, a customer will find it under his bun.
But it's old and cold.
And so very full of mold.
You're not to make another Patty until that one is sold.
If you had to choose between SpongeBob
and all the money I have in my pocket,
which would you take?
That depends. How much money we talking about?
Mr. Krabs!
Sixty-two cents!
- I pick the money. - Mr. Krabs!
Day 10 of non-stop service!
Mr. Krabs, can I go home yet?
No one goes home!
Look at these bags under my eyes!
Even my bags have bags!
Quit your bellyaching, Squidward!
You don't hear SpongeBob complaining, do you?
♪ K-R-A-B-B-Y P-A-T-T-Y ♪
♪ Says I ♪
You could learn a few things from that boy.
Mr. Krabs, he is not normal.
All right, you can sit down for five minutes.
Then it's back to work.
You know, in that fit of maniacal rage, I may have destroyed the restaurant,
scared away all our customers, and forced us into bankruptcy
because I returned nearly every penny I sold this stink heap for,
but it was all worth it.
And I got back the love of me dear friends.
Really, Mr. Krabs?
No, not really.
Get back to work!
Individuation of the end user will substantially broaden
the probability of multiple subsequent visits,
generating an inverse negative revenue margin
of three quarters of a half of one percent.
Meaning, if you call the customers by their name,
they keep coming back to spend more of their green backs!
So I want you two to learn the names of every customer.
What are you doing under the table?
If Krabby Patties are illegal now, aren't we breaking the law?
There's an old saying, lad.
What doesn't kill you...
usually succeeds in the second attempt.
But what does that have to do with making Krabby Patties?
Nothing! But if don't get out there and start cooking,
I'll make you start taking weekends off!
No!
I used to have a dream.
Yeah? I used to have a kidney stone!
Everything passes eventually.
Now stop dreaming and work for a living!
Mr. Krabs, I really think I should be getting back to the grill now.
Are you kidding, lad? Just look at all these paying customers!
Who's ready for another lap?
That's a big job.
A job that only two volunteer employees could do for no extra pay!
Come on, Patrick.
Easy now. Right this way.
What in the name of Neptune is going on here?
Patrick had a bloody nose, so I was going to walk him home.
Oh, bloody nose, eh?
You think I was born yesterday?
He doesn't even have a nose.
Now get back to work, the all of ya's!
I'm not running a happy factory here!
Wake up.
Where am I?
And what are these paramedics doing here?
You're back in your old kitchen,
and the pair of paramedics were here to revive you.
I was asleep?
Yeah, but just for a little while,
so I only docked your pay for the time you were unconscious.
This is terrible!
Are you hurt?
Oh, well, thank you for a--
I wasn't talking to you!
Don't worry, papa's here.
Your shelf collapsed on me, and I twisted my ankle!
I didn't even know you had ankles.
So, uh... How big's this thing supposed to get?
Who cares!
It's an endless supply of free patties!
And cook them fast, boy!
We got customers!
I mean, just look at this place!
It's disgusting.
Not to mention our cheap boss.
Whoo-hoo! Got it!
We'll triple the prices!
Mr. Krabs, if we want to get customers in here, shouldn't we lower the prices?
Fine.
I've been doing some calculating and, you know, crunching the old numbers,
and it turns out that I'll save a whole nickel if I cut your salary.
Completely.
Bu-bu-bu-but... How about if I work for free?
Yeah, I looked into that.
Apparently, it's "illegal,"
and I'll lose my "vendor's license".
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.
Well, you could... water down the ketchup!
At this point it would be ketchuping up the water.
Whatever. Now if these little fellers could work...
maybe you'll be on to something.
Hey, you couldn't make me a tiny little army of unpaid workers, could ya?
I was just using some old toothpaste I found
to patch up this small hole in the wall.
Good thing you didn't hire a professional to do that.
And why is that, Mr. Squidward?
Because then you'd only get to repair it once.
Gee, Mr. Krabs, do you think the rip current will hit the Krusty Krab?
Shouldn't we clear the docks? Or batten down the patches?
Or whatever people say?
Calm your waters.
Me sailor's knee says we're not in danger.
See?
Now, get back to work!
Hang on, Patty! I got you!
Okay, SpongeBob, time to come back down and get to work
so I can garnish your wages for wasting that patty!
Get in the bag! Stupid trash!
Trash juice!
Hey, uh, maybe we should use another garbage bag, Mr. Krabs.
This one's kinda full.
Forget it, boyo!
I'm not paying for another garbage bag!
Just put your back into it.
If you want Old Man Jenkins to leave, why not just try asking him nicely?
I think you oughta be the one to ask him nicely.
"Oh, hi. I'm SpongeBob, and I love you, but will you go home, please?
He-he-he-he."
You were the worst boss ever!
I'm going to have to dock your pay for decades
just to cover all the damage you caused.
Oh, thanks, Mr. Krabs!
You are the best boss ever!