Piggy: (muttering) I do NOT wish to visit that room where a certain person who shall remain nameless lives!
(Kermit and Catherine have one arm a piece, and they are dragging, um, helping Piggy toward the birthday party for Johnny Fiama.)
Catherine: Look, I know it might be a little awkward at first, but we've known Johnny a long time and it's his birthday. C'mon--you didn't even have to buy a present, okay? Fozzie and I did the shopping.
Kermit: I mean, sure, it's going to be embarrassing and all since you practically threw yourself at his room-mate the other day, but you at least need to make an appearance.
(Piggy looks at him, annoyed and flustered.)
Piggy: (muttering) I'm making a fist...
Catherine: (grabbing Piggy's hand) Don't do it, Piggy. I think we agreed that Kermit's entitled to a few snarky comments over what happened. He was, after all, very forgiving under the circumstances.
Piggy: A few? How about a few every hour? Look, I said I'm sorry. I just got carried away.
(Kermit has his mouth open to say something but, seeing the look on Piggy's face, thinks better of it. Instead, he smiles that lop-sided smile that Piggy is so fond of and she subsides and smiles back.)
Kermit: Okay, truce?
Piggy: Truce. (After a moment, she reaches for Kermit's hand.) Promise you'll stick close to me tonight?
Kermit: (dryly) I don't intend to let you out of my sight. (muttering under his breath) Especially near their kitchen. Sheesh!
(Fozzie looks up at Catherine, cheerful for a Friday night.)
Fozzie: You think Johnny will like the smoking jacket we got him?
Catherine: I do. It's very old-school. And I think Sal will like it, too.
Fozzie: Sal? Why will Sal like it? He doesn't even wear the same size as Johnny.
Catherine: True, but the smoking jacket doesn't need to be ironed.
Kermit: Good thinking, guys.
Piggy: Of course--that's why they are Moi's roomies.