ALF: Yeah, what is it TT? I haven't got all day. Melmac's going through its second ice age and I want to work on my tan. I want to burn, ever so crisp. HA! HAAAAA! I kill me.
TT: Lookie at what ya got here, Mr. Schumway!
ALF: Great gobs of frozen cat parts! It's like a cat sanctuary. <<licks lips>>
TT:They're all yours, Gordo! Bon appetite!
ALF: Bon what? You got something in your throat, TT?
TT:That's french.
ALF: Mustard? Don't mind if I do! HA! HAAAAAAAAAAAA! Ha, on Melmac that's a classic.
TT: Can't say much for the joke.
ALF: Never mind the bomb. We didn't. HAAAAA! Out of my way, this could get ugly.
TT: I'll say. I've seen you eat.
ALF: HAAAAAAAAAA! Want some? I'll share.
TT: I'll be lucky if there's firsts.
ALF: Good one. You sure these earthlings don't mind? I'm eating their lunch.
TT: Nope. Give Marc.. my regards.
ALF: Who's he? Is he your cat?
TT: You could say that. And tell AliBC you're innocent.
ALF: We'll do. Lunch is on me...
TT: You can say that again.
ALF: Oh waiter? Do you have any Gray Poupon?
--TT