Dennis:
Finally. [cracks knuckles]
Dennis:
I got you right where I want you.
SpongeBob SquarePants:
Can I help you with something, sir?
Dennis:
Name's Dennis. I've been hired to exterminate you.
SpongeBob SquarePants:
You're gonna exterminate us? [SpongeBob and Patrick look at each other, then burst out in laughter before wiping their tears]
SpongeBob SquarePants:
Listen, Junior. You caught me and my friend here in a good mood today, so I'm gonna let you off with a warning. Step aside, and you won't have to feel the awesome wrath of our mustaches.
Dennis:
You mean these? [grabs the seaweed mustaches off SpongeBob and Patrick's faces]
Dennis:
I thought you still had a piece of salad stuck to your lip from lunchtime. [Throws mustaches as SpongeBob and Patrick's eyes bulge at the sight of them]
SpongeBob SquarePants:
They were fake?
Dennis:
Of course they were fake! This is what a real mustache looks like. [Pulls face mask off, grunts to sprout mustach from his upper lip]
Patrick Star:
Is he a mermaid?
Dennis:
All right. Enough gab. [approaches SpongeBob and Patrick, who are trembling in fear]
SpongeBob SquarePants:
What are you gonna do to us?
Dennis:
Plankton was very specific.
SpongeBob SquarePants:
Plankton?
Dennis:
For some reason, he wanted me to step on you.
Patrick Star:
Step on us?
Dennis:
Yeah! That way, you'll never find out that he stole the crown! [SpongeBob and Patrick look at each other]
Dennis:
Uhh, perhaps I've said too much. [extends spikes from the soles of his boots. SpongeBob and Patrick tremble in fear as Dennis positions his boot above them]
Patrick Star:
That's a big boot.
Dennis:
Don't worry. This'll only hurt a lot! [laughs]
Dennis:
I love this job! [Continues to laugh, only to be crushed by a bigger boot]
Patrick Star:
Bigger boot! [tries to run away]
SpongeBob SquarePants:
Wait, Pat! This bigger boot saved our lives.
Patrick Star:
Yay!
SpongeBob SquarePants, Patrick Star:
Thank you, stranger!
Laugh, even when you feel too sick or too worn out or tired.
Smile, even when you're trying not to cry and the tears are blurring your vision.
Sing, even when people stare at you and tell you your voice is crappy.
Trust, even when your heart begs you not to.
Twirl, even when your mind makes no sense of what you see.
Frolick, even when you are made fun of. Kiss, even when others are watching. Sleep, even when you're afraid of what the dreams might bring.
Run, even when it feels like you can't run any more.
And, always, remember, even when the memories pinch your heart. Because the pain of all your experience is what makes you the person you are now. And without your experience---you are an empty page, a blank notebook, a missing lyric. What makes you brave is your willingness to live through your terrible life and hold your head up high the next day. So don't live life in fear. Because you are stronger now, after all the crap has happened, than you ever were back before it started.
[Courtcase of Snively versus Framm, just started and Timberwolves coach, Arthur Chaney just walked into the courtroom, un-expectedly]
Arthur Chaney:
Why not let the dog choose, Your Honor? They say a dog is man's best friend. If that's the case, shouldn't the dog be able to choose who he wants to be friends with?
Judge Cranfield:
Who are you, Barnum or Bailey?
Arthur Chaney:
Arthur Chaney, Your Honor.
Judge Cranfield:
Mister Chaney, do you reali... [Judge Cranfield stammered, in shock]
Judge Cranfield:
Arthur Chaney? New York Knicks, '56? Huh, I was at that Celtics game where you did the turn around jumper, at the buzzer. [light chuckle]
Judge Cranfield:
I spilt beer all over my wife. [light laughter in the courtroom]
Bailiff:
Your Honor?
Judge Cranfield:
What? Oh, yes, yes, yes. [Judge Cranfield then cleared his throat]
Arthur Chaney:
Well, I've been thinking. This dog is what, three, four years old. That makes him an adult, in our years. I say let Buddy decide. [court members mummur after hearing this advice]
Judge Cranfield:
Mister Chaney, during my forty years on the bench, I have heard a lot of lamebrain cockamanie proposals. But this one I like. [Norm Snively and Josh Framm were then both sent outside, to see who Buddy would respond to and be Buddy's permanent owner]
Alix:
I found out how hard it is to change, really change. Even hell can get comfortable if you're used to it. All I wanted my whole life, was for that lonliness inside me to go away. But, it never did, no matted what I drank, or what drug I took, or where I went, who I was with. We all need something to help us get through life. All I needed was to find the right thing to rely on, something that would never go away, something I would never run out of. Turned out to be the same thing for everybody. And the funny thing was, it was there all the time, in those little glimpses of heaven in every day... In the smile of a stranger, the green of the trees, the advice of a friend, the laughter of a child, the help of a neighbor, the plane that arrived safely.
Bartleby:
You know, maybe you're wrong about this slaughter thing. How can you even be sure what incurs the Lord's wrath these days? Times change. I remember when eating meat on a Friday was supposed to be a Hell-worthy trespass.
Loki:
The major sins never change. Besides, you know, I can spot a commandment-breaker from, like, a mile away. So, bet on it.
Bartleby:
This from the guy who still owes me 10 bucks over that bet about what was gonna be the bigger movie - "E. T. " or "Krush Groove"?
Loki:
You know, fuck you, man, 'cause time's gonna tell on that one. [brief pause]
Loki:
What, are you insinuating that I don't have what it takes anymore?
Bartleby:
Insinuating, no. Flat-out telling you.
It is a strange
world, a sad world, a world full of miseries, and woes, and
troubles. And yet when King Laugh come, he make them
all dance to the tune he play. Bleeding hearts, and dry
bones of the churchyard, and tears that burn as they fall, all
dance together to the music that he make with that
smileless mouth of him.
Ah, we men and women
are like ropes drawn tight with strain that pull us different
ways. Then tears come, and like the rain on the ropes,
they brace us up, until perhaps the strain become too
great, and we break. But King Laugh he come like the
sunshine, and he ease off the strain again, and we bear to
go on with our labor, what it may be.
