(Everybody is in a cast and using crutches.)
Ug: How many times do I have to tell you: "No running in the lodge?"
Sponge: We weren't running. We collided. There should be no colliding in the lodge.
Donkeylips: What happened to you, Z.Z.?
Z.Z.: Well, I was going back to the bunk, and I tripped on that rake.
Pinksy: I hate that rake.