Ed Singer: Don't laugh AT meeeee.
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?
Miss Piggy: Midnight. The lone alien stands before a naked sky. The mood is tense. My hair looks great..
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.
Gonzo: Rizzo?
Rizzo: Gonzo?
Miss Piggy: Kermy?
Kermit: Piggy?
TV Producer: What is going on here?
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: 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?
Fozzie Bear: I have to go to the little bear's room.
Miss Piggy: I've got great news! Gonzo has been kidnapped by the government and it could be a life-threatening situation.
Kermit: How can that be great news?
Miss Piggy: Because, I've got a story, I've got a story! Oh! I need to change! Something that says journalistic integrity.
Gonzo: Come on, fellas. Take me to my leader.
Gonzo: Remember, I built this new Jacuzzi for my alien family, so please, no eating in the spa.
Agent Barker: Black belt, third degree.
Miss Piggy: Platinum belt, with an unlimited line of credit.
Miss Piggy: We're going to pause here and we'll be right back with Gonzo, the Geek Who Fell to Earth.
Ed Singer: Excuse me. Can this thing go any faster?
Rentro: I'm doing thirty..
Noah: What are you, anyway?
Gonzo: Oh, uh, good question. Now technically speaking, uhh, let's say, put me down as a... 'Whatever'?
Kermit: So... you'll write?
Gonzo: Oh, yeah, sure I'll write. There's probably a mailbox every couple of light years.
Pepe: Oh, boy, he fell on you like a ton of bricks, okay.




