Mystery Science Theater 30001988

Dr. Forrester:
Ah, nothing like a good shower to make one feel good again, huh? I feel great! Nothing can get in the way of my good mood. What's going on, Frank?

TV's Frank:
Oh, not much. Inventory's under control... floor needs mopping... Joel escaped from the Satellite of Love...

Dr. Forrester:
Well, I see you got the situation well in hand... What? Joel escaped from the Satellite of Love?

TV's Frank:
Well, I better get started on that floor.

Dr. Forrester:
Frank, my towel and your hinder have an appointment. But first, we got to rescue Joel. Oh, no! No! Frank, he's landed safely in the Australian outback.

TV's Frank:
Let's hope he landed on Yahoo Serious.

Dr. Forrester:
Well, that's a good point, Frank, 'cause... Frank, can't you see we're ruined? What are we gonna do?

TV's Frank:
Well, we can send someone else into space.

Dr. Forrester:
Who are we gonna find at this late date to send into space?

Mike Nelson:
Would you guys sign my time card?

Dr. Forrester:
[Forrester and Frank exchange a look] Are you thinking what I'm thinking?

TV's Frank:
Yeah, you're not gonna sign his time card, are ya?

Mike Nelson:
C'mon, you gotta sign my time card.

Dr. Forrester:
Of course I'll sign your time card, young man. In fact, I think you're going to be working for me for a long, long time. Push the button, Frank. Say Mike, what size jumpsuit do you wear?

Mike Nelson:
Uhh...