Sandy: [looking at the clouds] You know, SpongeBob, sometimes, it's nice to hang up my hang-glider and just watch the clouds roll by. SpongeBob: Yup, and just relax. Sandy: Yeah. Relax. SpongeBob: Ooh! Ooh! Do you know what that cloud looks like? Sandy: What? SpongeBob: A flower. Sandy: They all look like flowers, SpongeBob. All the time. SpongeBob: They sure do. Sandy: You know, normally, I'd offer to race you to the top of coral cliffs. But I don't want to miss out on a second of this beautiful beauty. SpongeBob: Me either. Who wants to get all dirty anyway? Sandy: Yeah. And sweaty. Besides, I think we'd all know who'd get to the top first. SpongeBob: Yeah. SpongeBob and Sandy: [both laugh] Me. SpongeBob: That's funny, Sandy. That sounded like you said you could beat me at a climbing contest. Sandy: Course I can! I'm a squirrel. See? [points to her acorn patch] SpongeBob: I thought that meant you were nuts. Sandy: Nope, that means I'm a natural born climber. I'm from the surface world, and nothing prepares you for climbing than growing up on good ol' dry land. SpongeBob: [laughs] Land-shmand, it's all about finger strength, baby, and if there's anything we've got plenty of down here, it's finger strength! [his fingers flex] What do you say to that, "Miss Mittens"?