Patrick: (black mask on his head) Uh-oh, it’s Sandy. (SpongeBob is tied onto a medieval machine. He sneezes and enlarges himself into a ball. Sandy knocks on the door) There’s no one home.
Sandy: Patrick, you open this door. (Patrick is rolling SpongeBob away) Patrick, sometimes I just don’t understand you. (SpongeBob sneezes) Hey! (walks over to Patrick's house) Ok, Patrick, where’s SpongeBob?
Patrick: Uhh, uhh, he’s not here at the moment. Please leave a message after the beep. Beep.
Sandy: Ok, now tell me, (shows two rocks) since when do you have two houses?
Patrick: Since I ran out of space to put my stuff.
Sandy: Uh-huh. Yeah. Since when do houses have feet? (SpongeBob’s feet are sticking out of the other rock)
Patrick: This is my mobile home. (SpongeBob sneezes the rock off)
SpongeBob: Hiya, Sandy.
Patrick: (holding SpongeBob’s hand) Hmmm, the dirt therapy seems to be working just fine.
Sandy: Patrick, SpongeBob has to see a real doctor.
Patrick: No he doesn’t! I’m taking good care of him! Show her, SpongeBob! Say 'ahh'.
SpongeBob: Ahh... (a green substance-like gas spreads outs all over killing the plants, clams, and everything in its path)
Sandy: See? He’s even worse than I