Gary: (with accent) Spongebob?
Gary: How dare you invade the sanctity of my dreams!
Spongebob: Gary! You can talk!
Gary: (sighs) In dreams, one is not tethered by earthly limitations.
Spongebob: What does that mean?
Gary: Come. (walks down the aisle with bookshelves) For ages, dreams have been thought of as windows to another realm. (picks up a book and begins to read) "Let me not mar that perfect dream by an auroral stain, but so adjust my daily night that it may come again." Emily Dickinson wrote that.
Gary: (flips a few pages in the same book) Here's one you might know. (clears throat) "There once was a man from Peru who dreamed he was eating his shoe. He woke with a fright in the middle of the night to find that his dream had come true."
Spongebob: (laughs) Gee Gary, you sure ARE smart.
Gary: Did you think my shell was full of hot air?
Spongebob: Well, thanks for the info, Gary. I'm going back to my own dream now. (walks off form Gary's dream)
Gary: Beware of your wandering eye, you little poriferan! (Spongebob jumps out of Gary's dream cloud)