"Oh, that wasn't an annoyed "d'oh" -- I was just thinking about "dough"." "Like the delicious fried dough they used to sell down at the waterfront." "Get in the car, kids! We're going to the Squidport!"
"Dad, remember? You blew up the town. There is no Squidport."
"D'oh!" "That one was not an annoyed d'oh."
"I suppose we could rebuild the Squidport. It'd be nice to see our town finally stretch down to the water."
"Get in the car, kids! We're going to rebuild the Squidport!"
"Nobody "gets in cars" anymore. We all just walk around aimlessly on the streets."
Mmm, fried dough. A plate-sized glob of wet flour, deep fried and covered with whipped cream... Ow! Chest pains!" "I need to exercise. By walking a short distance along the boardwalk to get to the Fried Dough Stand."
Place the boardwalk section and drag to create a boardwalk.
"Y'arr, the Squidport! This old seadog has spent many a silver here, having me caricature made and eating Dipping Dots." "Tho something's different now, can't lay a finger to it." "Wait, I have it -- it's become totally lame."
"I know, right? You can't buy a fried anything or squoosh a penny into a worthless flat oval."
"Me men'll get this place into ship-shape. The finest buiders what sailed the seas!"
"It makes sense that sailors would know carpentry. They have to constantly repair the ship."
"Aye. We'll start by building a logo store to increase footfalls and up the spill-over effect."
"Okay, now it's making less sense."
"Sailors must also be well versed in mall-science and neuromarketing."
"...and I said, "That's as useful as a tall powder monkey!"
"I don't get it."
"If he was tall, he couldn't fit in the gunwale which would be hilarious because... aw, forget it!" "My quality sea-comedy's too good for the likes of you. Ye can amuse yerself with the low-rent antics of boardwalk street performers."
"The gods have seen that out hearts are tru and that we are trying to please them." "Still, they want us to build a store whose named doesn't, in any way, explain what kind of products the store sells. They were that specific."
"Y'arr let the bells ring out! The Sea Gods have accepted our offering! The oceans are once again roiling with bountiful sea life. And we are killing it as fast as we can." "And best of all, my resturant is turning a moderate profit, all thanks to my renewed humility and mindfulness." "And the sign I put over the door: "No Fatties!"