ALF, Season 2

[the Ochmoneks come inside the Tanner's house]

Lynn:
Hi. Dad, it's the Ochmoneks. And Jake.

Jake:
Hi, tall, teenage, and tantalizin'.

Lynn:
Gag me with a shovel.

Jake:
Whatever turns you on.

Willie Any requests?

Trevor:
Yeah. Go jump in the lake and take your CB with ya.

Willie What?

Raquel:
Everyone thinks that you're taking this neighborhood watch thing far too seriously.

Willie:
Have I, as the Sentinel done something that's offended you?

Trevor:
Let us just say we don't want to be involved anymore. We're turning in our code names.

Raquel:
Cross The Phantom and Lolita off your list.

Trevor:
The Litwaks and Mrs. Byrd are droppin' out too.

Willie:
I guess I got a little carried away, huh?

Raquel:
You called me horsemeat.

Willie:
I'm sure I didn't say. Horsemeat. I'm sure that I said something nice that just sounded like.

Trevor:
At any rate, don't try to contact us. We're on our way outta town.

Raquel:
We're going to Tijuana to do some shopping. We have a whole house to refurnish. Come on, Jake.

Jake:
Can't I stay with the Tanners? I'm allergic to kitsch.

Lynn:
Go, enjoy. Drink the water. Adios!

Trevor:
I told you, you can't stay here unless Willie invites you to stay, of his own free will, without being pushed into it.

Willie:
Of course, Jake is more than welcome to stay.

Raquel:
Well, alright then. See you manana.

Jake:
Hasta luego.

Raquel:
Come on, Trevor.

Trevor:
Right behind you, Phantom. [he and Raquel leave]

Willie:
If you two will excuse me there's a little matter I have to discuss with ALF.

Jake:
Oh, take your time, sir. We'll be fine. Oh, uh, could you dim the lights on your way out? [hops on the sofa]

Lynn:
No problem. [gets up and turns off the light]