ALF, Season 3

Kate:
Hey Jake. Would you like to join us for breakfast?

Jake:
Whatcha havin'?

Brian:
Green eggs and ham.

Jake:
Pass.

Trevor:
[from outside] Hey, Tanners, it's me!

ALF:
Oh, great. Pig outus interruptus.

Willie:
Oh, come on in, Trevor. Well, what's up?

Trevor:
Eh, nothing much, and even if there was, I'm not the kind of guy that would burden you with my problems. Raquel just threw me out.

Kate:
Oh, Trevor, I'm sorry.

Trevor:
She called me a slob.

Lynn:
We know.

Jake:
Hey, I didn't tell 'em.

Trevor:
Who did?

Jake:
Uh, I did.

Trevor:
Somehow she got the ridiculous idea that she doesn't love me anymore.

Willie:
So, are you, uh, looking for a place to stay, Trevor? [ALF hits him with a fork] Ow! Uh, leg cramp.

Trevor:
I don't know where I'm gonna stay. Do you know anybody that would kindly put me up for the night?

Willie:
Well. [ALF hits him with a fork again] Ow!

Kate:
You can stay here, Trevor.

Trevor:
Oh, well, thanks. I'll be right back. Come on, Jake. Help me pick my clothes off the lawn.

ALF:
Oh, where does that freeloading sloth get off crashing our party?

Willie:
I don't know, ALF. Why don't you have a sloth-to-sloth talk with him?