ALF, Season 1

[ALF puts a clothes pin on himself and screams]

Willie:
[comes in] ALF, are you alright?

ALF:
Oh, yeah, everything's fine.

Willie:
Why? Why do you have those clothespins attached to your head?

ALF:
It's a form of acupressure. On Melmac, we use it to relieve writer's block.

Willie:
Still having trouble with the script thing?

ALF:
Huh. Read it yourself.

Willie:
[reads the script] Scene 1, interior, living root. Interior, living root.

ALF:
It's a typo. I mean, give me a break. I've only got 8 fingers.

Willie:
I'm sorry. Monica enters. She says, good morning. Well, what's wrong with that?

ALF:
Willie, there's no one else in the room with her. I've got the woman talking to chairs. I'll never have this finished by tomorrow.

Willie:
Listen, you ought to try to relax, ALF.

ALF:
Listen, you ought to try to relax, ALF. Relax? Sure, relax. I've got a deadline. I mean, I promised to put likability and warmth into these characters.

Willie:
You know, I had a case of writer's block once. I was writing a term paper for my art history class. Or was it my comparative religion class?

ALF:
What! Are you dictating your autobiography?

Willie:
I'm trying to help here.

ALF:
Go back in the house.

Willie:
I can't go back in the house. There are two women in there. Who aren't speaking to each other, or to me, or to you. In fact, ALF, you've written us into this mess. Now you've got to write us out.

ALF:
Alright. Alright. I will. Put on another pot of coffee. [as Willie leaves the garage, he puts another clothes pin on himself and screams again] And get some more clothespins.