Mr. Krabs : What did I tell you about those hooks, boy?
SpongeBob SquarePants : Well, I...
Patrick : I'll tell you about the hooks. You ride them up and up and up, and then you gently float back down.
Mr. Krabs : And do you know what happens when you don't float back down?
SpongeBob SquarePants : Gift shop!
Mr. Krabs : Worse! You end up vacuum-packed in a can of tuna, with nothing to look forward to but the smell of mayonnaise.
[SpongeBob and Patrick gasp in horror]
Mr. Krabs : I want you to promise me you will never go near those hooks again.
Mr. Krabs : I wanna hear a sailor's promise. Yo ho, yo ho. Near the hooks I'll never go.
Mr. Krabs : [a hook gooses him] Yeow! Mother of pearl! Fire on the poopdeck!
Mr. Krabs : Mr. Squidward! What the halibut is going on?
Squidward : It's a feeding frenzy, Mr. Krabs, and SpongeBob is still not back from his break.
[Mr. Krabs laughs]
Squidward : What?
Mr. Krabs : I thought you said SpongeBob was taking a break. No one has taken a break in the Krusty Krab since the chum famine of '59. Now, what was that you said?
Squidward : He took a break.
[Mr. Krabs stands shocked for a moment; his claws and nose fall off]
SpongeBob SquarePants : The hooks, Mr. Krabs?
Mr. Krabs : Aye, the hooks. They draw you in with their pleasing shapes and beguiling colors. But just when you think you've found the land of milk and honey, they grab you by the britches, and haul you up higher, and higher, and higher, all the way up to the surface, flopping and gasping for air. Then the cook you, and then they eat you... or worse!
SpongeBob SquarePants : What could be worse than that?
Mr. Krabs : Gift shops.