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!