Hold the phone, folks, I'm getting an important news flash from Mr. Krabs. Go ahead, Mr. K.
Uh, SpongeBob
I'm making a complete what of myself
The most embarrassing thing you've ever seen?
And now it's worse because I'm repeating everything you say into the microphone?
Oh, for crying out loud, SpongeBob! You didn't get the job!
What?
But... But why?
You did not get the job
SpongeBob, you're a great fry cook, but I gave the job to Squidward because being manager is a big responsibility. Well, let's face it, he's more... more mature than you.
I'm not... mature?
I guess so, Mr. Krabs
I mean this in the nicest of ways, but there's a word for what you are, and that word is... now, let's see…
: Dork?
OK, that's enough! Look, what I'm trying to say is, you're just a kid. And to be a manager, you have to be a man. Otherwise they'd call it "kid-ager." You understand-ager? I mean, you understand?