♪
- Hmm, I love you.
And I love you.
Heh-heh-heh.
And I love you too.
Oooh.
[laughs]
I tell ya, Mr. Squidward,
today's been our best day of business in years.
Yep, profits are so good,
there's nothing that could possibly ruin
this perfect... what?
No!
- Augh!
Ow! - Mr. Krabs. Are you okay?
- Oh! - Oooh!
What's a matter? Is there too much money?
I'll get rid of the money.
- What are you... masticatin' me moolah.
I ain't upset about the money, boy.
I'm upset about him.
- [grunts]
- Old Man Jenkins?
But I love Old Man Jenkins.
He always has old and interesting smells,
and his bones make such funny noises,
and his eyes are the milkiest shade of white, and...
- Ahh-ooh! Eeeee!
[grunts]
- Every day, it's the same routine...
- I'll have...
a small coffee.
- Hmm, that'll be 25 cents.
- I don't think so, Charlie.
I get the senior discount.
[chuckling]
- [mumbling]
Then he hogs that table all day...
- [slurping]
- And annoys all me other customers.
- [gulping]
Ahh!
- And he don't buy nothin' else neither.
He just makes that disgustin' condiment soup
and listens to his radio, all for free.
And anytime someone says somethin' to him,
it's always the same response...
- Excuse me, could you turn the volume down on your soup?
- Respect your elders.
- Ugh!
Yes, sir. Sorry, sir.
[sobbing]
- Ooh, it just makes me so steaming mad.
[grunting]
- Ooh. [sniffs]
Ahh.
- Well, I won't stand for it no more.
- [slurping]
- It's time to kick out the coot.
- Eh? What's going on now?
- Hey. If that's how you treat the elderly,
then I'm never eating another Krabby Patty in here again.
- Me neither.
- Give the poor old guy a break.
- Oh. Uh, it's okay.
I--I was just...shaking the dust off him. See?
- Whaa-ahh!
Ahh! Uh, wait.
Let's see here.
Heh, there. Heh-heh-heh.
- Respect your elders.
[banjo twanging]
- ♪ Oohhhhhhh
♪ Elders are your betters cause we're older ♪
♪ So all you whippersnappers get in line ♪
♪ Y'all best be respectful of your elders ♪
♪ Or we'll whip you with a soup spoon every time ♪
Ha!
- [groaning]
Ahh!
- Well, gee, Mr. Krabs.
If you want Old Man Jenkins to leave,
why not just try asking him nicely?
- I think you oughta be the one to ask him nicely.
"Oh, hi. I'm SpongeBob,
"and I love you, but will you go home, please?
Hee-hee-hee-hee."
"I'm Old Man Jenkins,
and I'm a jerk who likes to cost Mr. Krabs money."
- Ohh.
- What the?
- [whispering]
Ahh!
- What is going on, boy-o?
Why ain't Jenkins vacatin' me restaurant?
- Oh, Mr. Krabs.
I couldn't ask Old Man Jenkins to leave
after hearing his story.
His feet hurt, and his grandson never calls,
and he has to take a pill that helps him to remember
to take his other pills.
Why, he takes so many pills,
he's more pill than man.
- Okay, time to step it up... to passive aggression.
[chuckling]
This'll make him uncomfortable.
[together] Ooh. Whew. Ooh.
- [panting]
[groaning]
Ahhh.
- Ahhh....
[groaning]
- [mumbling]
- Ehh...ehh...
it's too cold in here for my old blood.
Show a little respect for your elders and turn up the heat.
- [grumbling]
- Thank you.
- So you can take the heat,
but can you take...the beat?
[chuckling]
[rock music]
- Ahh! Ahh! Ahh! Ahh! Ahh!
[both grunting]
♪
- [chuckling]
- [snoring]
- [gasps]
I don't understand.
How could you endure that cacophony?
- Bleh-ahh! Ehh.
Eh? You say something?
I'm a little deaf in my ears.
- Really? Then what's with the radio?
Huh?
- I like to cook on the vacuum tubes.
Now show some respect for your elders!
[munching]
- Arrgh!
Jenkins, I'm putting me foot down.
You're ruining me business, and you're costing me money.
Whoo, whoa.
Now get out.
- It ain't legal to throw out the elderly in this town.
So respect your elders!
- Respect...my...elders, hmm?
Oh, Old Man Jenkins,
I've got someone I'd like you to meet.
- Hm? What's this about now?
- This here is me father.
And he is older than you.
So you best respect what he has to say.
- Ahoy there, Jenkins.
Time for you to be hoistin' your sails and movin' on, son.
- Oh, I don't think so.
This is my father,
Very Old Man Jenkins, Sr.
He's even older than your old man, Krabs.
- And I say we stay.
Both you young uns should respect your elders.
- And I say both you Jenkinses should respect your elder...
me grandpappy.
- Two can play at that game.
Meet Grandpa Jenkins. Ha-ha.
- I remember the day when Krabby Patties
used to cost a dime.
- Oh, yeah? Well, I remember when they cost a nickel. Hm?
- Okay, let's not give anyone ideas about cheap patties.
Now, out with the old, and in with the even older.
Right, Great-Grandpappy Krabs? Ha-ha.
- Wake up, Great-Grandpop.
Defend the family's honor.
Hee-ya! - Ohh!
- Ooh, respect...someone.
- Am I an elder?
- Ohh.
Oh, Great-Great-Grandpa Krabs,
return to us.
I beseech thee.
Ha. You're older than they are.
Kick 'em out.
- I want to speak with my
Great-Great-Grandpa Jenkins.
Ahh.
Get 'em, Ancient-Great-Grand-Pop.
- Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm.
[cackling]
- Youthum Ignorami,
Elderus Respecticus.
[dramatic music]
♪
- [chuckling] Here we go.
Ha-ha.
- You best respect your elders.
- My elders will teach your elders a little respect.
Get 'em, Krabses!
- Jenkinses, attack!
both: Ahh-ahh!
[grunting]
- Hey. Hey, uh, you guys are kind of
bumming us out.
- Yes, we don't get to visit the land
of the living very often.
- And we just want to party!
- You two party-poopers need to respect your elders
and vacate the premises.
both: Ahh!
[upbeat dance music]
- [sighs]
Looks like it's gonna be a while.
- What do we do now?
- Come on, guys.
You've been sitting here all day.
Doesn't anyone want to order some chum?
- I'll just have a small coffee, please.
- I got this one, Krabby...
with my senior discount.
Here ya go, Jimbo.
- Oof!
Ow!
That's it.
Both of you out!
both: Respect your elders!