Sandy: Aw, I can't stand it anymore! That poor, poor critter. What kind of inconsiderate person would upset such a gentle creature?
SpongeBob: Uh, that kinda what I wanted to talk to you about, Sandy.
Sandy: (angry) Why, when I find out who caused that oyster so much pain... NO MORE JIGGERY-POKERY!
(she picks up a phone book, as yellow and square as SpongeBob, and tears it in half)
Sandy: Now, what was it you wanted to talk about, SpongeBob?
(SpongeBob starts to twinge uncontrollably)
Sandy: Hey, SpongeBob, now come you're all... twitchy like that?
SpongeBob: Twitchy? Twitchy?! Who's twitchy? I'm not twitchy! Sorry, Sandy, I have to... (stammers) Uh, go get my hair cut! (runs off)
Sandy: SpongeBob doesn't have hair. (beat) Or... does he?
