Mystery Science Theater 3000, Season 8

[The sun rises. Nastenka runs to address the horizon.]

Nastenka:
Have mercy, rosy-fingered Dawn! Have mercy on me, o rising golden Sun!

Servo [as Sun]:
And you are…?

Nastenka:
Wait 'til I'm done knitting these stockings! Otherwise I'll be punished severely. Stepmother said she would tear off my braid.

Mike [as Sun]:
[beeps] This is the Sun. Your call is very important to us, but due to unusually high call volume…

[The sun obligingly reverses itself and sinks below the horizon.]

Servo:
Oh, the world's thrown into chaos - earthquakes, floods - but that's fine; you knit your sock.

. . .

Nastenka:
Thank you, rosy-fingered Dawn!

Mike [as Mafia don]:
Some day you'll return the favor...