Mr. Krabs: It's not the boots, it's the boot-ee. Err... I mean, uh... the person in the boots.
Mr. Krabs: Here's that pay check I owe ya, plus a bonus. Well, here's your pay check anyway.
SpongeBob SquarePants: So, you were an alien all the time, and you didn't even tell me!
Patrick Star: I didn't even know!
SpongeBob SquarePants: Well, I've got you now!
Patrick Star: Oh, but it's not you that's got me. It's...
[He fires his pop-gun, but traps himself instead]
Patrick Star: ... me that's got me.
Mr. Krabs: Wait! Don't shoot! Okay, okay, shoot me, but don't take me money!
Mr. Krabs: Stop it! Can't you hear it? Yes, I did it! I took the boots! They're here, under the floor boards! Please, make it stop! It's the squeaking of the hideous boots!
[Lifts the whole restaurant to retrieve the boots]
Mr. Krabs: I'm sorry, but I can't take the infernal squeaking no more!
[He dips the boots in cooking oil, eats them, and burps]
Mr. Krabs: The deed is done.
Mr. Krabs: Presents for me darlin' little sardine. Here you are.
Pearl: Oh, thank you, daddy! What is it! It wouldn't be those totally hip new flipper slippers all my friends are wearing, would they? Everyone's wearing them.
Mr. Krabs: Well, it could be.
Pearl: [Opening present] Whee! Oh, daddy, you shouldn't have! Yay, you shouldn't have!
[the present turns out to be rubber boots]
Pearl: I mean, dad, you really shouldn't have!
[Pearl's friends laugh]
Mr. Krabs: But Pearl, those are the finest fishing boots available.
Pearl: [Crying] Oh, dad, you ruined me! Waah!
Mr. Krabs: But I got them at a bargain!
Pearl: [Louder] Waaaah!