Yo, the atta-boy! Bring me a hot dog with a side of ketchup! (Krabby Cakes wears a shirt, pants and ladder, holds a hot dog and dynamite on a round tray and gives Scudworth the hot dog and dynamite) This ketchup will be spice up my dog. (He tries to squeeze the dynamite, but he realizes that dynamite is disguised as "Catsup") Darn it! It's being blocked by some sort of lit fuse! (Explodes in his face, Scudworth screams in pain)
KCKrabby Cakes
You've got crabs, ass-face! (Krabby Cakes jumps on Scudworth's palm, cuts his nose) Aha!
Girls, girls, please! You know how I feel about conflict. I'm against it! Now, I love you both. One in a completely platonic way, the other with a fiery passion that most people know but once in a lifetime. By the way, that one's not you, Joan; it's Cleo.
[referring to Cleo's bra] Why don't you just take the tissues out and it'll fall off?
CCleopatra
[gasps] You signed a nondisclosure agreement! I hope you have good lawyers, because I'm gonna sue your hand-me-down pants off, bleacher trash!
Girls, girls, girls! You're both human beings. You both put your bras on one leg at a time.
LHLarry Hardcore
Are you ready to say no to drugs? Coz if you don't say no to drugs, you're gunna say yes, to regret. And believe me, I know a little something about regret. I regret the time, that I got 'high' and wrote a hit song and it made me insane amounts of coin. Coin I used to buy more drugs. And a motor boat. And a house for my mom. Plus I gave some to charity. See, I was into everything. Weed, grass, ganja, reefer, marijuana, mary-jane.. I did it all. I even smoked pot once. I was such a waste case, I would've probably smoked..I dunno raisins if somebody told you that got ya high.
Geldemore! But, where's the princess?
GGeldemore
Closer than you think, Gandhi. Use the Amulet.
[Gandhi uses the amulet; Geldemore becomes slightly more humanoid but is still very much unicorn-ish.]
GGeldemore
It was I, all along. As a reward for your bravery and leadership, I shall thrice lay you.
Uhhh, that's—, that's cool. But [cough] I'm good.
GGeldemore
But, but, but I shall thrice lay you.
Uh, I just ate, and they say you shouldn't lay thrice, uh, after eating. Uh [cough] thank you.
GGeldemore
We could just do coffee first. It doesn't have to be a big deal.
It's just, um, I've got to be up early.
GGeldemore
Oh—, Ok, alright, that's fine. I'm kinda seeing someone anyway.
Well, uh, thanks for the trippy adventure through my subconscious, huh. I'll call you.
GGeldemore
Oh, ok, great.
You know, maybe we could, uh, hang out, uh, but, you know, not—
GGeldemore
Sure, sometime, maybe.
GGeldemore
Whatever. I'm listed, in Santa Monica.
GJGlen the Janitor
Ponce was like a son to me... probably because he was my foster son... my DEAD foster son. [sobs] Son, I just want you to know--
Oh, janitor! Some kid threw up in the hallway. Could you make with the sawdust and clean it up?
GGlen
I'm... kinda delivering my son's eulogy, here.
Yeeeah... If you could just do it now, your son will still be dead when you get back.
Where am I going to get money to buy Cleo a good present?
Have a Bar Mitzvah, dude. You get mad stacks!
Sounds sweet but I think I'm going to do the Christian thing, get a job.
Right on! Both Will Smith and Bill Gates have jobs and they're millionaires!
AGAbe and Gandhi
[High five] To jobs!
