ALF, Season 3

ALF:
Oh, and no more scary stories, Jake.

Jake:
Well, just one more. The headless stockbroker.

ALF:
Forget it.

Jake:
Oh, where's Brian?

ALF:
Oh, no! He's been gleaming hooked!

Jake:
Maybe he's in the tent.

ALF:
Hey, he is in here. He's sleeping.

Jake:
So much for being afraid of the dark.

ALF:
Well, my work here is done. See you at brunch.

Jake:
Wait! What if he wakes up in the middle of the night and sees you deserted him?

ALF:
Cover for me.

Jake:
Come on, ALF. Brian's counting on you.

ALF:
I hate being a role model! Here, sluggy. Here I come. Here, sluggy, sluggy, sluggy. I'll be in my sleeping bag. Good sluggy. Hey, who's gonna tuck me in?

Jake:
Nobody gets tucked in in the wilderness!

ALF:
Well, at least zip me up! [Jake zips up his sleeping bag] Hey, hey, watch the fur!

Jake:
It's for your own protection. We don't want any slugs getting in, do we?

ALF:
Zip it up over my head.

Jake:
Good night, ALF.

ALF:
Good night, John boy.

Jake:
It's right after the stock market crashed. There was this headless stockbroker! [laughs]

ALF:
You know, Jake? There are places you can go for that.

Jake:
Party pooper.

[when the cat is meowing, ALF tries to escape but he is stuck in his zipped sleeping bag]

ALF:
This is the worst night of my life! [tries to get up but falls asleep]