Mystery Science Theater 3000

(at the end of the song) Joel: I love you, Tom Servo! Tom: (crying) I love you, Joel! Joel: I love you, Crow! Crow: You're not my real father! Joel: What do you think, sirs? Dr. Forrester & Frank: (imitating Rick) It stinks! (both push the button)

Joel: (interrupting Tom's verse in the song) Tom Servo, if you don't stop doing your Anthony Newley, I'm going to throw you against the wall! Crow: He'll do it too!

(as evil Trumpy attacks Brian and Bill in the cabin) Crow: ALF's back, and this time it's personal! Tom: That is the frumpiest monster I've ever seen.

(at the rangers' cabin) Bill: The radio's not working. Crow: Oh, nuts! I wanted to hear Shadoe Stevens.

(as Trumpy walks around Tommy's room) Joel: Do you think those are blue contacts or are his eyes natually that color? Tom: Oh, you mean like Whoopi Goldberg?

Joel: Trumpy, you can do stupid things!

(the RV is parked by a lake; 'bird' noises are heard) Tom: Syntho-birds. Crow: Hey, it's a Casio forest. Joel: They parked next to a data stream.

(cut from the RV in the woods to Tommy about to enter the Pod People's lair) Joel: Oh, terrific. We were saved by the gates of hell. Crow: Hey, what is it about the gates of hell that compels people to wander into them?

Crow: (as the group drives to the mountains in the RV) It's Desi and Lucy in The Big, Big Trailer!

(during the Mads' invention exchange) Dr. Forrester: Now what happens when you go into your favorite karoke bar and you want to hear 'I Want To Know What Love Is' by Foreigner? Frank: People vomit?

Dr. Forrester (introducing the movie): It has nothing to do with pods. It has nothing to do with people. It has everything to do with hurting.

Tommy: Trumpy, you can do magic things! Crow: It's called 'evil', kid.

Joel: So this alien makes student films, huh?

Tommy: Do you have a mommy? Crow: He was born of an omelet! Of course not!

Joel (imitating the kid): Hey, what gives? I'm on the milk carton.

Crow: Try to be nice to your boyfriend's girlfriend's...boyfriend.

Tom: Even the movie The Fog didn't have this much fog.

Tom: (as the poachers wander in the woods) Time to start camping! You dress up as as Oscar Wilde, and I'll sing Noel Coward songs.