Mystery Science Theater 30001988

Steffi:
Almost finished storytime, then everyone goes to sleep.

Bobo:
Uh, can I come out now?

Steffi:
Shush! Bad dog! Go to sleep.

Bobo:
Okay.

Steffi:
Now where was I, Brian?

Observer:
Oh, the tall fellow was repeatedly refusing to ingest green eggs and ham, the short fellow was bizarrely insistent upon it.

Steffi:
Yes, very good. "I will not eat them in a plane. I will not eat them on a train..."

Observer:
Train, right. Why doesn't he just leave him alone? He has pointedly made his refusal to eat this dish clear. The hypothetical changing of a location is irrelevant and tedious. And that Sam I Am is so bloody repetitive I could scream!