SpongeBob: Ah, what am I worried about? I got plenty of friends! I can name three right off the bat! (holds up three fingers) Uhh... (draws faces on each finger) The gangs all here... (starts to cry as we see Squidward dragging Patrick, still asleep, outside. Squidward breaks his back after dragging Patrick a few feet)
Squidward: My back! I threw out my back! (SpongeBob notices)
SpongeBob: Oh, boy, now's my chance! (jumps out the window)
Squidward: SpongeBob? No, no, stay back!