ALF, Season 2

ALF:
You realize I'm a figment of your imagination, not an alien from another planet? Right?

Maura:
Of course.

ALF:
Just checking. Gotta run! I've got other dreams to appear in.

Maura:
Knock it off, Sammy. You're not going anywhere.

ALF:
I'm not?

Maura:
No, we've been through all this before. That is the strangest I've ever seen you look.

ALF:
You should see me in a tank top.

Maura:
This beats the time you showed up as the dog in the cowboy suit.

ALF:
How often do I show up?

Maura:
You arrive during the 3rd margarita, and leave during the blackout.

ALF:
At least I'm consistent.

Maura:
Here, salud! [gives ALF a drink]

ALF:
[sniffs] Holy owned and operated! What is this stuff?

Maura:
What do you mean? We've been drinking tequila for 7 years.

ALF:
Did I ever ask what's in it?

Maura:
Nope, you just said it tastes better than it smells.

ALF:
Let's hope so. At least there's a worm in it. [gasps] I was wrong.

Maura:
About what?

ALF:
This tastes worse that it smells. [coughs]