ALF, Season 3

Willie:
ALF!

Flakey Pete:
[walks into the kitchen] Oh. Hi Willie.

Willie:
Where is he?

Flakey Pete:
Who? You're little alien guy?

Willie:
If anything, anything has happened to him, you're gonna be-

ALF:
Hey Willie.

Willie:
ALF!

ALF:
Willie!

Willie:
ALF!

ALF:
Willie!

Brian:
[comes home] ALF!

ALF:
Willie!

Lynn:
[comes home] ALF!

ALF:
Willie!

Kate:
[comes home] ALF!

ALF:
Willie?

Lynn:
We were worried sick about you.

ALF:
Really? Were you throwing up and everything?

Kate:
Well, no, but we're very relieved you're alright.

ALF:
Willie, get your camera. We wanna preserve this moment of caring.

Willie:
Never mind about my camera. What are you doing in the house with a stranger?

ALF:
Chatting, snacking, swapping war stories.

Willie:
ALF, this is dangerous.

Kate:
How much does he know about you?

Willie:
Why would you let him in here?

ALF:
He's your friend! And any friend of yours-

Willie:
He's not my friend!

ALF:
You two have a tiff?

Willie:
ALF, haven't I told you this? Never, never-

ALF:
Oh lighten up, Willie. It's Fapiano. Besides, aren't you always telling me that under the skin, or in my case, fur, or in Pete's case, a ratty overcoat, we're all pretty much the same. A little needy, a little insecure, but decent and good.

Willie:
[to Pete] Listen, ALF is stranded here. He doesn't have any place else to go. I know he looks like an alien to you, but he's a member of our family. We've gotta protect him. We can't let anything happen to him. Do you understand?

Flakey Pete:
Yeah. I do.

Willie:
Could you stay and have a little supper with us?

Kate:
It may not be much. In fact, I can guarantee it won't be much, but you're welcome.

Flakey Pete:
Well, thank you, but, I really think I ought to go.

ALF:
[stops Pete from leaving] Oh, please, please, please!, please, please! We've got cold meatloaf and rubber vomit.