Plankton: (under disguise as psychiatrist) Mr. SquarePants. Please have a seat.
(SpongeBob sits on couch; Plankton appears in chair beside couch in disguise)
Plankton: Now, let's unload some of that harmful information in your little yellow head.
SpongeBob: You're a bit smaller than I imagined, Doctor, but I guess that's why they call you a shrink. (beat)
Spongebob: Do you think there is any hope for me, Doctor?
Plankton: Hope...! Hope..! When I get my hand on that formula, there won't be any hope for any of you! (laughs; nervously) I mean... you'll be cured in no time.