Gonzo: Now we can go meet my alien brothers at Cape Doom.
Kermit: Uh, what makes you think that aliens are landing there, Gonzo?
Gonzo: Oh, a sandwich told me.
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.
Gonzo: Kermit, you're the best friend any alien could ask for.
Ed Singer: I'm afraid we're going to have to perform an invasive quadrilobal brain probe on you and pluck it from your head.
Gonzo: The information?
Ed Singer: No, your brain.
Bill the Frog: How about this? Ocean Breeze Soap: It's just like taking an ocean cruise, only there's no boat and you don't actually go anywhere.
Gonzo: Maybe we should add more special effects like exploding socks.
Bill the Frog: I'll pick up the bill today, Gil.
Gil the Frog: Oh, good. Something from the grill, Jill?
Jill the Frog: No, meat makes me ill, Gil.
Gonzo: Mr. Mayor! Mr. Mayor, I'm looking for a frog who can sing and dance.
The Honorable Edward I. Koch: If he can balance the budget, I'll hire him.
