Mr. Krabs: (walks up to a pay phone to check if there is any money in it but there is none) Nothing. Oh well. (hears something in the distance) That sounds like a quarter crying for help. (a quarter rolls in front of Mr. Krabs) Come to papa!
Mom Fish: Hold it right there, buddy. My son just dropped that quarter.
Mr. Krabs: Yeah? Well, that kid looks pretty shifty to me. How do I know he didn't steal it? (lady hits him in the face with her purse) Hey! That little brat is throwing perfectly good money away! Oh, so if I can't have it, no one... (gets hit in the face with the purse again) I hope he throws all your retirement money down a hole. (walks over to the well) Poor little quarter. What the...? This well is full of money! Don't worry, little fellas, I'll save ya! (tries to climb in the well) Oh, it's no use. Me poop deck's too big.