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Episode Transcript: Can You Spare a Dime?
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Episode Article: Can You Spare a Dime?
Characters
Dialogue
Narrator: Closing time at the Krusty Krab
Mr. Krabs: 51, 52, 53...
Squidward: 29, 30, 31...
SpongeBob: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6.
Squidward: Mr. Krabs, can we please go now?
Mr. Krabs: Perhaps, one of our more loyal workers can enlighten you on company policy.
SpongeBob: The Krusty Krab Employee Manual; 2nd revised edition; page 35; section 19; clause 3a states: All staff must
remain on the premises until the days receipts are fully accounted for.
Squidward: But that's not fair.
SpongeBob: Clause 3b: The provider reserves the right to be unfair.
Squidward: Teacher's pet.
Mr. Krabs: Let's see...(counts money in register)...5, 10, 25, blue, applesauce. Everything looks to be in order...except,
(gasps), where is it? (takes apart the register and searches for a dime) Where is it?
Squidward: What?
Mr. Krabs: My dime. Me special dime. The first dime I ever made. I always keep it in the back of the register for luck.
Squidward: Well, I haven't seen it.
Mr. Krabs: Hmmm, are you prepared to say that with your hand on top of a stack of interpretive dance quarterlies?
Squidward: Oh course I'm...what are you saying?
Mr. Krabs: Me? I ain't saying nothing that would matter to anyone who would be able to take a lie detector test!
Squidward: You're saying something!
Mr. Krabs: Heavens to Betsy, no. It's just that me lucky dime's gone missin', and you've been working the register all day!
Squidward: Are you accusing me of something?
Mr. Krabs: Well, the way I see it there are 3 possibilities: 1) You stole it, 2) You stole it, or 3) YOU STOLE IT!
Squidward: I didn't take your precious dime!
Mr. Krabs: Show me your tentacles.
Squidward: WHAT?!
Mr. Krabs: I wanna see every suction cup.
Squidward: (squeezes Mr. Krabs eyes with his tentacles) Here, here, here. See 'em?
Mr. Krabs: You, you can't do that to me. I'm your boss!
Squidward: Not anymore, Mr. Krabs. I quit. (throws hat down but hat falls in slow motion)
SpongeBob: (gasps) No. (saves hat on a pillow)
Squidward: I'm out of here.
SpongeBob: Squidward, you're making a big mistake.
Squidward: Mistake? Ha! The only mistake I ever made was wasting my life at the Krusty Krab.
SpongeBob: But a visit to the Krusty Krab makes everyone happy. And what could be better than serving up smiles? (smiles
really big)
Squidward: Being dead, or anything else.
SpongeBob: I never knew you felt so strongly about it.
Squidward: Where have you been?
SpongeBob: Well, I guess I can't stop you, bur Squidward, it's a cold, cold world out there. No one's going to serve you
happiness on a silver platter. (lady with cookies on a silver platter appears and gives SpongeBob a cookie)
Lady: Free sample?
SpongeBob: Cookies!
Squidward: Can I have one?
SpongeBob: Anyways, I just want you to know, if you ever get in trouble come find me. I'll take care of you. 'Cause you
and me...(grabs Squidward and pulls him toward himself)...we're like brothers, only closer. (lifts Squidward's shirt and
their hearts are joined together beating then Squidward screams
Squidward: SpongeBob, I don't need your help. I am ready to unlock my potential. I could be anything I set my mind to.
(imagines himself as a football player) I could be a football player, or a king, or a spaceman.
SpongeBob: Or a football playing king in space...with a mustache.
Squidward: Yeah...uh-huh. Ya know, that reminds me, there's been something I've been wanting to say to you since the day
we met. < few a>Goodbye. Next time you see me, this town will be eating out of the palm of my hands. (skips to a homeless
Squidward in a box trying to get spare change in a cup) Spare change? Spare change, ma'am?
SpongeBob: Squidward? Squidward, is that you?
Squidward: Uh, I , uh...(closes his box)
SpongeBob: It's me, SpongeBob. (opens his box up) We used to work together.
Squidward: SpongeBob?
SpongeBob: There ya go. So, where you living these days?
Fish: Squidward Tentacles?
Squidward: Yes?
Fish: Sign here please. (Squidward signs and the fish takes his box)
Squidward: Uh...no where.
SpongeBob: Great. And have you been doing with yourself. No wait, let me guess. Hmmm, I see you've been working on that
mustache, the catered clothes, the awful smell...you're a football player!
Squidward: No.
SpongeBob: A spaceman!
Squidward: No.
SpongeBob: A football playing king in spa...
Squidward: Don't you get it? I'm a loser! I lost my job, my home, everything!
SpongeBob: (gasps) Even your paintings?
Squidward: Nobody would take them. So I had to eat them. (stomach shown to have a rectangular shape from painting.
Squidward starts to cry out a fountain of tears into SpongeBob. SpongeBob soaks it up and becomes bigger but squishes
himself to let the water out)
SpongeBob: There, there. You can come live with me. (shown at SpongeBob’s house) Here you go, Squidward. You can sleep in
my bed. (Squidward is laying in SpongeBob’s bed)
Squidward: Ok, but just until I get a job. 1 day...2 days tops.
SpongeBob: (baby talk) Nonsense. You stay as long as you need to. (kisses Squidward on his forehead) Goodnight, my little
angel. (the next morning SpongeBob rings a bell to wake Squidward) Breakfast is ready! You're gonna need to build up your
strength again so I laid out a big buffet for you.
Squidward: And in bed, too? Aw, thanks SpongeBob. SpongeBob, I...
SpongeBob: Ahh! Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh. Here comes the plane. (makes plane noises while attempting to put some food
in Squidward's mouth with a spoon)
Squidward: It's really nice of you to help me in my time of need. I'll try not to be a burden.
SpongeBob: It's no trouble. Is there anything else I can do for you, winner?
Squidward: No, no, no. You've already...well...(shows SpongeBob putting lotion on his hand and then massaging Squidward's
scalp, feeding him grapes, spraying his scalp with hairspray and shining it, massaging his back then his nose, giving him
a bottle, giving him an acupuncture, and shining his head and seeing his reflection)
SpongeBob: Oh, wow. Nurturing a broken spirit sure is a lot of work. I'm bushed. Still, it feels nice to do good.
(yawns) Goodnight, Gary.
Squidward: SpongeBob, can I get a glass of water? (bottom floor light turns on and SpongeBob marches up stairs and turns
on the light to give Squidward the water) Thank you.
SpongeBob: Good night. (marches back down stairs and turns off the light)
Squidward: SpongeBob, could I get some more blankets. (SpongeBob marches upstairs again turning on the lights on the way
up there)
SpongeBob: Here you go.
Squidward: Thank you. (SpongeBob goes downstairs again but forgets to turn off Squidward's light) SpongeBob, you forget
to turn out the light! (SpongeBob marches upstairs)
SpongeBob: Goodnight. (turns off light and when he walks downstairs he trips and makes lots of noises)
Gary: Meow.
SpongeBob: (gasps) Gary! Squidward is not a freeloader and he would never take advantage of me.
Narrator: Three Weeks Later.
SpongeBob: He's just having a hard time getting his confidence back. (falls down)
Narrator: Many Months Later.
SpongeBob: I'm sure he's close to a breakthrough.
Narrator: (another voice) So much later that the old narrator got tired of waiting and they had to hire a new one.
Gary: Meow, meow, meow.
SpongeBob: I know he still isn't looking for work. Don't rub it in.
Squidward: SpongeBob, where's my lemonade?
SpongeBob: Coming Squidward.
Squidward: (SpongeBob is running down the hallway) SpongeBob?! SpongeBob?! (SpongeBob enters his bedroom) And why aren't
you in uniform? (SpongeBob exits room and re-enters in a tuba warrior outfit) It's about time you got here.
SpongeBob: Here you go, your majesty.
Squidward: I can't drink that.
SpongeBob: Why not?
Squidward: Are you blind? Just look at it.
SpongeBob: What about it?
Squidward: That lemon has 3 seeds in it. That's an odd number! I can't eat anything odd numbered.
SpongeBob: Fine, I'll just take it out. (takes out lemon and Squidward gets mad)
Squidward: No! No! It's already been contaminated by a bad lemon. It won't work.
SpongeBob: Hmmm, that's two things in this house that won't work.
Squidward: Then go fix them.
SpongeBob: (breaks glass of lemonade with his hands) Two things that won't work.
Squidward: I've changed my mind. I want soup instead.
SpongeBob: Ok. Don't move. (walks out the bedroom door and comes back in wearing normal clothes with a bowl of steaming
soup) Here you go. It's alphabet soup. I made it special. (shows soup with the catchphrase "I AM THAT HERO!" in alphabet letters but
then Squidward slaps it out of SpongeBob’s hands)
Squidward: Condensed soup from a can? Disgusting! Now you've ruined my appetite. go fetch me something to read.
SpongeBob: Oh, ok. How about this? (pulls out a newspaper with the "job listings" page on the front)
Squidward: (gasps) Get that away from me. You know I'm allergic to newsprint.
SpongeBob: (chuckles) Ya know, when you swatted that newspaper out of my hands, it reminded me of something a friend of
mine did...at his JOB! (SpongeBob’s alarm blows him away)
Squidward: 4 o'clock. Time for my stories. Hurry up, they won't hold the show while you laze around. (SpongeBob rolls in a
Top Banana and turns it on)
Top Banana: Good evening, and welcome to by banana-ram rixrobagansta, yOUR CO-HOST tHE top bananA...(the commerical is at the end)...Whoopsy-doozy, I slipped on me own peel!"
SpongeBob: I've got a better idea. Why don't I call someone whose JOB is to fix it. You know why? Because when I want a JOB done I get someone with a JOB to do that JOB!!!!!br>
Squidward: What are you saying?
SpongeBob: AHHHH! (pushes door out the side of the house and to the Krusty Krab)
Mr. Krabs: Donate to the children's fund? Why? What have children ever done for me? (SpongeBob grabs phone and throws it
away)
SpongeBob: You want your dime back? (takes one out) Take it! Now Squidward can come back right? (Mr. Krabs checks the dime
through a telescope)
Mr. Krabs: Wrong. That's not my first dime.
SpongeBob: Then have some more dimes. (throws out more dimes) I've got plenty of them.
Mr. Krabs: You can't put a price on me first dime. And I can't forgive that thieving Squidward for taken it.
SpongeBob: (grabs Mr. Krabs and chokes him) Listen you crustaceous cheap-skate, Squidward's been living at my house and
he's driving me crazy and you're not going to hire him all because of a stupid dime?!?!?!!!! (a pre-historic dime falls out of Mr.
Krabs back pocket) What's that?
Mr. Krabs: (gasps) Me first dime. Oh, dimey, I'll never lose you again.
SpongeBob: This is a dime?
Mr. Krabs: I've been in business a long time, boy.
SpongeBob: So, if Squidward never stole the dime, he can come back to work, right?
Mr. Krabs: Ay lad, just let the dime and me have our privacy.
SpongeBob: Yee-hoo-hoo!
Mr. Krabs: Well, Mr. Squidward, it's good to have you back.
Squidward: Well, it's kind of good to be back, sir.
Mr. Krabs: It's all water under the bridge now.
Squidward: I agree, sir.
Mr. Krabs: After all I'm sure you didn't mean to misplace me dime.
Squidward: What the...? What are you saying?
Mr. Krabs: Well, it's obvious that you put the dime in me pants. Dimes just don't fly into peoples' pants.
Squidward: Are you accusing me of something?
Mr. Krabs: (SpongeBob puts the tuba warrior costume on over his clothes) Well, the way I see it there are 3 possibilities: 1) You put the dime in me pants. 2) You put the dime in me pants. OR 3) You put the dime in me pants!
