Planet 512009

Lem:
What do you want?

Chuck:
Thanks for asking. Coffee, light, two sugars. Got any Frappuchino up here? Any puff pastry, too. Thanks.

Lem:
No, I mean... are you here to take over our world and, like, eat our brains?

Chuck:
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold on! What kind of sick planet is this? First of all, it's supposed to be uninhabited, okay? Not full of sea-monkeys dancing to the oldies. My mission was to plant Old Glory, whack a few golf balls and head back to the Kids' Choice Awards. I'M getting SLIMED! [Lem stares at him] What?

Lem:
You were just talking alien.

Chuck:
Hey! I'm not the alien here. You are.

Lem:
ME? YOU are.

Chuck:
No, YOU are.

Lem:
YOU are! You-- You came to MY planet.

Chuck:
[Chuckling] An ALIEN planet! HELLOOOOOOO!

Lem:
Hello.

Chuck:
Not, "hello," "HELLOOOOOO!"

Lem:
Hello-- What?

Chuck:
What?

Lem:
Huh?

Chuck:
Huh?

Lem:
HUH??

Chuck:
[Annoyed] Let's start over.