Mr. Krabs: (Bends over, reaching his keys, until his back cracks) AAARGH! Me back!!
Spongebob: Are you hurt, Mr. Krabs?
Mr. Krabs: (In sardonic tone) No...I'm just doubled over in pain fighting back tears in me eyes, because it's a new dance craze!
Spongebob: Oh, great. I thought you were hurt...
Mr. Krabs: I AM HURT, you idiot!
(Spongbob looks at Krabs with a depressing grimace.)
Mr. Krabs: (Sighs) I'm sorry I snapped at ya, laddie. It's just that me back is killing me. It's me ol' lumpy mattress; It's like trying to sleep on broken coral. I'm going out of me mind. (Krabs's back cracks) Ouch! Oh, me back. (Opens the door, walks inside slouching.)
Spongebob: Poor Mr. Krabs. We should help Krabs out, Squidward.
Squidward: Why do anything? I like the new Mr.Krabs. He yells at you more! (Laughs.)