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(still fighting with Beaker) It hurts now, never mind the morning! Get 'im off! I come in peace! (Tony gives Beaker a Three Stooges eye-poke)

As Tony and Beaker continue to fight/roll in the background, Lefty chats with Claudia. Lefty: Hey, glad youse asked about my toitle. Yeah, he's doin' good. I haven't brought him into da dorms yet, on account a' he's appearin' in a Tootsie Pop commercial. Ya know, Mr. Toitle, how many licks...

Lemme go, lemme go! I'll beat him with my eyes closed! I'll beat him standing on one leg! I'll beat him with one paw tied behind my back! (Tony struggles in Lefty's grasp, and kicks at the air)

(Lefty suddenly appears behind Tony, and pries him off Beaker; Tony swings at the air, trying to get at Beaker)

Oof! Gaah! Will ya stop with the nine ladies dancing thing, Bunsen ? ! You're not helping matters! Oooh!

(Tony is pinned down) Can't...breathe...get...off....auuuggghhhhhh......!

Tony is knocked down by Beaker, and the two wrestle.

Oh, wow, you'll go with me, Alex? You just made my day! Um, I don't know why I'm nervous...I get like that...oh, and that letter I slipped under your door? Er...I have the real one here. The one I gave you was actually my recipe for chocolate-chip fondue, er...(turns red)...er...kinda...

Tony walks back to room 24, and paces. He stops, breathes deeply, and knocks on the door. Does it open? If it does... Tony: Hi, Alex. Um, I was wondering if you would like to go to the Muppet Central awards with me next week. As my date. Um...would you like to?

Tony stands nervously outside of room 24. He takes a small piece of paper and a pencil out of his pocket, and hastily scribbles a note. He slides it under the door, and hurries back down the hall.

Tony paces the floor, hands in his pockets, his head bowed. Lefty: Hey kid. Kid! Yer gonna wear out da floor, ya keep pacin' like dat! And I don't tink I kin get a new floor for ya dis weekend. Ya'd hafta wait till Monday at least. Tony: I'm thinking of the MC awards ceremony next...

Yeah, Bunsen...really funny! (faints)

Bunsen's laugh is extracted from Tony's stomach.

Tony: Oh hey, Bunsen! (Tony notices a scalpel in Bunsen's hand) I...what are you...stay back! Stay back! (from inside Tony's stomach, a laugh is heard) Tss-ss-ss!

Well, I'm glad Bunsen is back to normal. Earlier today, after I munched that swell-tasting popcorn, I heard a weird sound coming from my stomach...kinda like a laugh. Tss-ss-ss... ...is what it sounded like. Freaked me out, 'cause I was all alone, and I heard this Tss-ss-ss. Then I put...

Tony: Claudia, I didn't do that to Bunsen! (inadvertently taking some of the Bunsen-popcorn from Claudia and eating it) Walter Crankcase in there was trying to warn consumers against using a particular brand of light, I dunno, I wasn't really paying attention. (grabs another handful of...

If I ever have the chance to do The Producers, I'd want to play either Leo Bloom or Franz Liebkind.

I always wanted to play Seymour in Little Shop of Horrors. I sang "Grow for Me" at an audition once, and the music director said I sounded very impressive singing that particular song. I'd play Bottom in A Midsummer Night's Dream again in a heartbeat. I had so much fun in that role. And I...

Newsman: How did you sleep? Tony: Not...well. Newsman: Oh? Tony: All night you were going "pop, pop! Pop pop!" in your sleep. Newsman: Well, I had a traumatic experience. Tony (under his breath) Every one of your broadcasts seem to be a traumatic experience. Newsman: What's...

Tony is at the typewriter...typing. The Newsman is on TV. Newsman: Here is a Muppet Newsflash! A major recall on El Cheapo stage and television lights is currently in effect. Apparently the bulbs are so bright, they cause whatever they're lighting to suddenly turn into popcorn. A...