“Well, it looks like P.J. was hiding in the telepod.”

“Buster here has brought it to my attention that you’re out of scale.”

“By the way, sis … these ain’t raisins.”

“Looks pretty good, Mom, ’cept for this gaseous, amoeba-like entity.”

“You’re my favorite daughter.” “GAAH! My spine!”

“You know, if P.J. were to be greased like a pig, this could get pretty funny.”

“What the fuck are you staring at?”