Original subtitles

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- Ooh, I love it when me two best gals become

me two best paying customers.

Sit tight. Lunch is almost ready.

- Order up!

- Uh... - Oh!

- Let me get a southwestern patty,

heavy on the south.

No, wait!Uh...

- [laughs]

[exclaiming]

- Ooh, feels like Mrs. Puff!

Hi, Mrs. Puff.

[laughs]

- Ugh.

Remember, SpongeBob, we agreed:

outside of class, we don't know each other.

- Oh, yeah!

Well, here's your Krabby Patty, mysterious lady.

[popping]

[squirts, pops]

"Eye" hope you enjoy your meal.

[laughs]

[ominous music]

- [gasps] The health inspector?

But I already bribed him this year.

[device beeps] - Mm-hmm.

Mm-hmm.

Just as I feared.

Someone in this restaurant is infected

with the highly contagious clam flu.

You're all under quarantine.

[device pings]

Hmm. Hmm.

[all yelling]

- [grunting] - Ahh!

[yelling] Oh!

- [grunts]

[panting]

- [sobbing]

- [panting]

- [grunting]

Wait. What's a "corn-a-bean"?

- A quarantine is like a mandatory sleepover,

and we're all invited.

both: Sleepover! Sleepover!

[air horn blares] [both shriek]

- A quarantine means you're locked in here

with a sick person until we're all sick and miserable.

- [gasping]

[grunts]

Well, I'm aborting Operation Soda Jerk.

Communicable diseases are my cue to leave.

[grunting]

[laughs]

Quarantine, shmorantine.

I'm the great--ahh!

- Breach contained!

Good work.

- [moaning]

- [gulps] Maybe we should stay inside.

- But I have to cheer at the big game tomorrow.

Everyone's gonna laugh at me if I get sick and die first.

- Oh, not to worry, me massive, little angel.

We'll just do what we did in me old navy days.

- Ooh, old navy days.

- You see, first, we found the sicko,

and then we just locked 'em in the freezer-o.

With the infected sailor isolated,

the rest of us could enjoy ourselves,

certain of our continued good health.

[sighs] Good times.

- You let them out of the freezer

once they were better, right?

- Huh?

I suppose someone let 'em out...eventually.

Okay. [laughs]

Who's feeling queasy?

Go ahead now, raise your hand.

[crickets chirp]

So that's how you wanna play it, eh?

Fine.

I'll examine all of ya for signs

of the pestilence meself!

- Oh, no!

I am not letting any of you

infected imbeciles near me.

I'm--oh!

- [grunts, sniffs]

[sneezes] [all whimper]

- He's the sick one. He belongs in the freezer!

Get him! - Ah!

- Wait!

I'll go willingly. - [grunts]

- I feel fine,

but I don't wanna risk infecting my friends.

- Hmm?

- Especially you, Squidward. [smooches]

- [yells, panting]

[somber music]

- All I ask is that you remember me as I was,

full of life--

- Whew. - No!

- Oh, it sounds like he's really suffering in there.

Oh! I can't bear to look.

Can someone describe it to me?

- All right, come on now. Come on.

Let the poor boy enjoy his agony in peace.

- Whoo!

[laughing]

Yow! Oh!

[laughs]

Yeah! Whee!

Whoo!

Ooh, ice cream.

- Well, problem solved.

Now we sit back and wait for the all clear.

- Hmm?

Hey.

- [licking]

- Oh. Ooh.

[all sigh] [Patrick laughs]

Boy, I sure am feeling under the leather.

- It's "weather," you moron, and--ah!

Sweet Neptune!

- [moaning]

- The clam flu, it's spreading!

Into the freezer with him!

- [grunts]

- Huh? Hmm.

[both laughing]

[both grunt]

- [squeals]

- [sighs]

We'll just have to be more vigilant now.

Anyone could be a carrier.

- [hums]

- Itchy skin! He's got clam flu!

- What? No, no, I was just scratching.

- Freezer!

[grunts]

[grunting]

- [huffing]

[sighs]

[yawns]

- Freezer!

- [yelling]

- Heh, at least we know we're safe now,

me baby beluga.

[strained laugh]

- Oh, I just remembered.

I didn't spend all your money at the mall.

Here's your change.

- Change?

- Oh, the disease must have addled

your tiny teenage mind!

- Wait! I take it back.

There's still some shoes I wanna buy!

- [grunts]

[dramatic music]

[grunting]

♪ ♪

[cheerful music]

- ♪ La, la, la, la, la, la ♪

♪ La, la, la, la, la ♪

♪ La, la, la, la ♪

- So let me get this straight.

Nobody in this freezer is actually sick?

- Never felt better. - I'm fine.

- Ice cream!

- Well, if no one's sick in here,

then the sick person must be--

- [gasps] Daddy!

Oh, no! - There, there.

Oh, ah, oh!

- I say we bust out of here, grab Krabs,

and lock him away.

- Oh, yeah!- Daddy!

- Who's this now?

- I don't know.

Mr. Krabs didn't tell us to question his orders.

I'll just wait for him to let me out.

- You can't cook Krabby Patties

if you're locked in the freezer.

- All right, let's put this crab on ice.

[all grunting]

- [screams]

You sickos are supposed to be in the freezer!

- You're the sicko!

[grunts]

[objects clang]

- Stay away from me, you sickos!

- [yelps]

[groans]

- [panting]

- For the good of all of us,

you have to go into the freezer.

- Keep your filthy hands off me,

you infected ingrate.

Oh, look. Freedom!

[laughs]

- [grunts] He's in the grease trap!

- Well, someone's gonna have to fish him out

before he gets to the sewer and infects the whole town!

- Hey, I can help!

[grunts] - [gasps]

[coughing] - [grunting]

- Patrick. Patrick! - Huh?

- There's full sized hatch over here.

- Well, what do you know?

- [yelps]

[gasps, coughs]

Eugene, are you in here?

- [gurgles]

- [yells, coughs]

- Ah! Sicko germs!

[coughs] Ah!

You can't catch me.

I'm too healthy for all you sickos!

[laughs]

- Daddy, stop!

[all gasp]

[snorts]

[spits]

- [grunts]

- There's nowhere left to run.

- I'm not licked yet!

- Oh, yeah?

[grunting]

- [growls]

[grunts] - [yelps]

Hey. Hey!

SpongeBob!

- You'll never get me. Ha-ha!

- [grunts, coughs]

- [yells]

[both grunt]

[yelling] - [moaning]

- [grunts]

- [shrieks]

[quirky music]

- [yelping]

- Ah!

- I got him! I got him!

- [yells, grunts]

- Ah! Oh!

[all clamoring, objects crashing]

- [whistling]

[hums]

Hmm, hello? Anyone here?

[all groaning]

Ha, funny story,

um, I was holding my equipment upside down yesterday.

[laughs] Nobody was actually sick.

Ha! Oh, what a goof.

Huh? [all groaning]

Oh, my Neptune.

Grease gout.

- [moans] - Moldy measles!

[suspenseful music]

- [groans]

- Trash trichinosis!

- [moans, coughing]

- Dust bunny bronchitis!

- [gasps, sneezes]

- Polyester plague!

[gasps]

- [retches, groans]

- The whole shebang!

[yelps]

They're all sick!

Ultra-mega quarantine!

- You heard him.

Get this disease-ridden cesspit out of here!

Drop it somewhere safe,

somewhere no one ever goes...

[all moaning]

- What the...?

No!

I don't wanna get sick too.

Stay away! No!

[sneezes]

Ah, barnacles.

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