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?
Ed Singer: Don't laugh AT meeeee.
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.
Dr. Phil Van Neuter: Remember, if you experience any unpleasantness, please let me know. I would hate to miss it.
Pepe: Oh, boy, he fell on you like a ton of bricks, okay.
TV Producer: Gonzo, you've got it.
Rizzo: Sure wish we could find a cure for it.
Gonzo: Come on, fellas. Take me to my leader.
Kermit: What is he doing up there?
Rizzo: His breakfast cereal told him to sit up there.
Clifford: Talk about whole grain and nuts.
Rentro: While they're warming up the brain-sucker for ya in surgery, I brought you a sandwich here, and I cut off the crusts for you.
Gonzo: Remember, I built this new Jacuzzi for my alien family, so please, no eating in the spa.
Miss Piggy: Hello! What's a nice man like you doing in a guardhouse like this?
Ed Singer: Forgive me my Earthly manners, but, uh, do you have any idea what it's like to be laughed at?
Gonzo: Yeah, sure I do.
Ed Singer: To be called names, like 'wacko.'.
Ed Singer: And 'freak-boy.'.
Gonzo: Oh, yeah.
Ed Singer: And 'paranoid delusional psychopath'?
Gonzo: Got me there.