Episode Transcript: Gramma's Secret Recipe

• [at Shady Shoals rest home]
• Grandma Plankton: How about a little more, Plankton, or has this old granny had enough for one night?
• Plankton: Oh, Grandma, you know I always have more pudding for you!
• Grandma Plankton: Oh, that looks simply delightful!
• Plankton: You once told me that this was your favorite flavor growing up as a child.
• Grandma Plankton: Ration?
• Plankton: Uh, no, chocolate. Open up! [feeds the pudding to his Grandma] You can let go of the spoon now, Grandma. There. Oops, looks like you've got a little on your face. Here, let me. [wipes off the pudding] There you are. There you are, darling.
• Grandma Plankton: Oh, Plankton. You always were my favorite granddaughter!
• Nurse: Five minutes until bedtime, Mr. Plankton.
• Plankton: Well, Grandma, that's the sweetest, most tender...
• Nurse: Five minutes, Mr. Plank...
• Plankton: I heard you the first time! Now, where were we? [Grandma is asleep] Grandma, don't forget your teeth.
• Grandma Plankton: [spits out teeth and coughs]
• Plankton: Ooh. Uh, uh, now, now, Grandma, just relax. There, there. [Grandma is asleep] That's perfect! [puts the teeth in his mouth] Perfect! [laughs evilly] Why didn't I think of this before? No one can say "No" to a helpless little grandma! thinking. [He is at the Krusty Krab. female voice] Excuse me, Sonny, I'd simply love one of your Krabby what's-it's, but my delicate digestive system has special needs, and I'll need to see a complete list of ingredients. You wouldn't want me to be up all night with painful bloating, would you?
• Mr. Krabs: Goodness, no! [gives the formula to "her"] Here you are.
• Plankton: Thanks, Sonny! I'm just going to take it home; I left my bifocals there. [laughs evilly as imagery fades. Bubble transition]
• SpongeBob: La-la, la-la, la-la! La-la, la-la, la-la... [playing in the bathtub. He shoots a squirt of water with his hands. The squirt of water goes through his holes at the top of his head then lands on the bar of soap] Yay, a direct hit! [uses a bar of soap as a walkie-talkie] Threat neutralized, Captain. ... Roger. Over. ... Uh-huh. Right away, Captain. All hands, prepare to dive! Repeat: prepare to di-- [Plankton, disguised as Grandma knocks on the door. He clears his throat] Hi, lady!