Mike: Oh!
Sully: Ow!
Mike: There's nobody here.
Sully: Huh?
Mike: There's no kids. There's supposed to be kids to scare.
Sully: All right. All right. Don't panic.
Mike: I'm panicking because there's a total lack of kids here.
Sully: Let's just check the schedule.
Mike: This is embarrassing. Now let me see.
Mike: 9:00 o'clock.
Sully: 9:00 o'clock.
Mike: Boy's bedroom.
Sully: Boy's bedroom.
Mike: Outer Magnolia?
Sully: Magnolia? Give me that. That's Mongolia. Mike, does this look like Mongolia to you?
Mike: Yeah, well kind of.
Sully: Well remember the fifth grade?
Mike: Yeah?
Sully: When you spent all your time passing notes to Suzy Boyle?
Mike: Loved her.
Sully: The rest of us were studying geography. This is not Mongolia!
Mike: Will you listen to this? Blame it on the little guy! How original! He must have read the schedule wrong with his one eye!
Sully: Mike, come on. Don't take it personally.
Mike: You were thinking that! You were thinking that!
Sully: Don't be so sensitive. Come on buddy. Little blinky?
Mike: Don't do that. Don't make me. I'm resisting you.
Sully: Come on.
Mike: Don't make me like you.
Sully: Come on!
Mike: I don't want to like you now.
Mike: All right. Hey! Guess which planet I am! Come on! Look! Guess which planet I am!
Sully: OK. I'm going to go back to the break room before all the doughnuts are gone.
Mike: Don't you even get it, you big throw rug!