Okay, now... say it. [SpongeBob hesitates] Say it.
SpongeBob, you're never going to feel better 'til you get this thing off your chest.
[has a purple alien-like leech sucking on his chest] I know, Patrick. [pulls it off and throws it aside]
Say it. [SpongeBob still hesitates] Say it...
Is that what he calls it?
[As we cut back to the pineapple rooftop]
[breathing heavily] That felt great! I feel empowered!
I don't know. How about a movie?
Patrick, is everything okay in here? [hears Patrick sobbing and opens a stall door, then sees him sitting on the toilet with a bag over his head] What are you doing in there, Patrick?
[resentfully] Wouldn't you like to know?
And why is that bag on your head?
[sarcastically] Why? Oh, no reason. [angrily] Except you gave me the ugly! [whips the bag off. SpongeBob recoils and gasps as he walks out] What am I gonna do?! I can't go out looking like this!
Just remember what we talked about; there's power in pride.
That may be fine for you, but I was one of the beautiful people. Now look at me! [his breath reaches SpongeBob, who smells it and makes a disgusted face] I'm almost as ugly as you!
I always thought if I was as ugly as that guy, I don't know what I'd do.
[holding his nose] Patrick?
Oh, my gosh, if my sister finds out...
...wait, I don't have a sister. If the bank...
I mean it's one thing if you have bad shoes or even bad hair, but-
[having had enough, he enlarges to stop Patrick's babbling] PATRICK! [shrinks back to normal] You're not ugly, your breath stinks. Really bad.
[sighs with relief, his stench in the shape of skull and crossbones] Ah, what a relief...
[his eyes water from the foul smell] Ugh, barnacles, Patrick! What did you eat?!
Oh, some roast beef, some chicken, a pizza...
[holding his nose] No, I mean just this morning.
Some roast beef, some chicken, a pizza...
Well, I had some of your sundae.
[realizing] Sundae... [whips out what's left of it] Patrick! My sundae gave us rancid breath!
[coughs] I mean, we're not ugly! We just stink!
