Mork: You see, sir, I've learned that although it's good to encourage your child to shoot for the stars, it's not always good to choose which galaxy. You see, if it's up to parents, there'd only be three jobs in the whole world: doctor, lawyer and wholesale jeweler.
Orson: But don't you want Mearth to pursue a career you can be proud of?
Mork: Sir, that's not our decision. And we'll honor his choice even if he wants to become a network executive.
(Miss Geezba, who appears to be a little girl, walks in)
Miss Geezba: Mearth. Young man, we do not leave the room without getting a hall pass.
Mearth: Oh, uh...
Mindy: Excuse me, sweetheart. I'm Mearth's mother. Could you tell me where Miss Geezba is?
Miss Geezba: I'm Miss Geezba, and don't talk down to me. Mork.
Miss Geezba: (taking Mork's ear) You still owe me a book report.
Mork: Oh, uh, I'm sorry, ma'am. The last one burnt up on reentry. I'll write you a new one, though. Please don't do that. I don't wanna have lobes hanging down to my knees.
Mearth: See, I told you. She's tougher than a rawhide chew stick.