ALF, Season 3

Willie:
Who was that at the door, sweetheart?

Lynn:
Danny.

Willie:
Uh-oh. Boy troubles?

Lynn:
Dad, really. You make it sound like I'm 12 years old.

Willie:
Oh, I'm sorry. What's the problem?

Lynn:
Just a little, difficulty with, a guy.

ALF:
And you say you understand your daughter.

Lynn:
Danny can't go to the dance tomorrow night.

Willie:
Oh, what a shame.

Lynn:
I was really looking forward to it.

Willie:
Well, isn't there somebody else you can go with?

ALF:
I think I might be free. I'll check my week at a glance.

Lynn:
It wouldn't be right to get another date. Danny and I are going steady. Kind of.

Willie:
Well, did you exchange socks?

Lynn:
No.

ALF:
Trade bellybutton lint?

Willie:
What exactly are you talking about?

ALF:
The three stages of courtship on Melmac exchange left socks, trade bellybutton lint and spit in each other's soup. Well, you got to admit it's a bond.

Willie:
When did you and Danny decide that you were going steady?

Lynn:
There wasn't one specific moment.

Willie:
But he's not seeing any other girls?

Lynn:
He didn't say that exactly.

ALF:
But he doesn't want you to date other guys?

Lynn:
I don't know. He probably doesn't.

ALF:
So you have no promises, no lint, no spit. What do you have?

Lynn:
If you need me, I'll be in my room.

ALF:
This problem would be solved if she would just hocktooey into Danny's chowder.

Willie:
That's disgusting.

ALF:
Know what's wrong with you, Willie? No sense of romance.