Mystery Science Theater 30001988

Steffi:
Are we a little cranky, Brian?

Observer:
No, madam, I am over-tired. So I shall turn in now. So if you wouldn't mind, please... My blankie... My nookie... And my friend. Ah, thank you kindly. Good morrow to you.

Steffi:
Nighty-night.

Bobo:
Now me, I'd definitely eat them on a train...

Steffi:
Quiet! No bark!

Bobo:
...There's no doubt they'd be perfectly delicious on a train. But a plane, I'd have to think about a plane. Maybe substitute bacon for ham sounds kinda nice. And maybe have a big... [Steffi rolls up a magazine] Oh... Oh boy.

Steffi:
[swatting Bobo] No bark!

Bobo:
Ow! I'm not barking, I was just talking. Ow! I was commenting on the story. There was no barking involved at all!

Steffi:
No! No bark!

Bobo:
Ow! Ow! No, I'm not sure you see my point. Here, it's like this. Rather than barking, as you assumed, I was actually... Ow! C'mon! I'm talking, not...

Steffi:
No!

Bobo:
Ow! Ow!

Steffi:
No bark!

Bobo:
Ow! I'm not barking, I'm... Ow!

Steffi:
Bad dog!

Bobo:
I'm articulating... Ow! Geez! Ow!

Steffi:
Bad dog!