ALF, Season 3

Jake:
[goes to his room] No thanks, uncle Trevor. I'm not really hungry. I didn't know it was possible to stuff pork rinds. [he opens his closet and throw his cloth inside as ALF gets out of Jake's closet with his face covered with Jake's cloth]

ALF:
Thanks.

Jake:
ALF! ALF, what are you doing in here?

ALF:
I've run away from garage.

Jake:
What are you talking about?

ALF:
Well, I can't run away from home, because I don't have a home anymore.

Jake:
What happened?

ALF:
I'm allergic to babies. Kate's having one, she won't let me sell it. Ergo, I go.

Jake:
You can't stay here, it's too risky. Come on, I'll take you back to the Tanners. [grabs ALF but he refuses to move] You're heavier than you look.

ALF:
I have big bones. So, which side of the bed do you want?

Jake:
ALF, you can't live in my room. What if aunt Raquel and uncle Trevor see you?

ALF:
Good point. Let's get a place at the beach.

Jake:
ALF, we can't be roommates. It just wouldn't work out.

ALF:
We'll get along fine. I'll be the sloppy one.