Miss Piggy: Midnight. The lone alien stands before a naked sky. The mood is tense. My hair looks great..
Agent Barker: We feel your pain, Gonzo.
Gonzo: They feel my pain.
Rizzo: I've got a paper-cut that's a doozy. You feel my pain, too?
Ed Singer: Don't laugh AT meeeee.
Gonzo: Hey, Rizzo, come here! I think my Kap'n Alphabet is sending me a message.
Rizzo the Rat: Yeah, I know what you mean. I had some guacamole last night, and it's still speaking to me.
Cosmic Fish #1: We are not the same as you.
Cosmic Fish #2: We are highly evolved beings. Now... uh, what was I saying?
Gonzo: Rizzo, come here, my Cap'n Alphabet is sending me a message: R U There.
Rizzo: Are you sure it didn't say "you need help"?
Gonzo: Rizzo?
Rizzo: Gonzo?
Miss Piggy: Kermy?
Kermit: Piggy?
TV Producer: What is going on here?
General Luft: You're terminated.
Ed Singer: Uhh, when you say 'terminated'.
General Luft: You need help, Singer! Find some.
Kermit: He's one of us. And no matter what happens, no matter what obstacles we face, we never forget one of our own.
Miss Piggy: I love it when you take charge.
Fozzie Bear: Hey! We left Bunsen and Beaker back at the gas station.
Kermit: Okay... Well, uh, from this point on, no matter what happens, we never forget one of our own.
Gonzo: Kermit, you're the best friend any alien could ask for.
Clifford: Nah, Baby! Me and Gonzo are very tight. In fact, we're gonna be chillin' in our hot tub later on. Perhaps you'd like to partake in the partay?
Gonzo: I had that weird dream again.
Rizzo the Rat: You mean the one with the goat and the dwarf and the jar of peanut butter?
Noah: What are you, anyway?
Gonzo: Oh, uh, good question. Now technically speaking, uhh, let's say, put me down as a... 'Whatever'?
Agent Barker: How about this story? It's about a big, bad wolf and a little pig.
Miss Piggy: Um, that's three pigs, okay?
Agent Barker: Not in this version.
Fozzie Bear: I have to go to the little bear's room.
Pepe: You tell him, and I will smack you. I will smack you like a bad, bad donkey, okay.
Kermit: So... you'll write?
Gonzo: Oh, yeah, sure I'll write. There's probably a mailbox every couple of light years.