Cotterpin (tugging and pinching at Kelly's arm): COME ON! Get the lead out!
Kelly (tries to swat her away gently): OW! Christ, Cotterpin -- I'm not leaving my room!
Cotterpin (melodramatically): But WHYYYYYY...?
Kelly: I ... just took a shower! I don't want to get messed up!
Cotterpin (sticks tongue out): What is it with you humans and Fraggles and WATER? Yuck! (puts hands on hips) You have been stuck in this room ALL DAY. Don't you have something IMPORTANT to do?
Kelly: Not until Tuesday, when I go to the hospital.
Cotterpin (in shock): Are you SICK?
Kelly (chuckles): No, clinicals. I'm gonna learn about mommies and babies this time around. I've heard it's easy.
Cotterpin: Well, YEAH. The mommies are doing all the actual WORK.
Kelly (now thoroughly amused): I have a question --
Cotterpin (sighs): Here it comes ...
Kelly: How are Doozers born? When Mokey has to take your dad to see Junior Gorg, you're a baby ... though you're like (ouch) half the size of your mom. Then you're full-grown when it comes time to get your helmet. So -- what's the deal?
Cotterpin (facepalms, shakes head): Do you do this to everybody ELSE around here?
Kelly: I've only met a few people. And right now you're the most convenient.
Cotterpin: Yeah? Well ... speaking of Mother ... I'm sure she has some really good food pellets waiting for me. I'm gone! *stares warily at edge of desk, then turns back sheepishly to Kelly) Uh, little help?
Kelly (smiles and puts Cotterpin on the floor): You staying the night at your place or over here?
Cotterpin: As much fun as having my bodily functions and life stages carefully analyzed by a complete stranger is, I gotta go see what my parents are up to. I want to make sure they didn't perish in some cave-in or something. See ya! *leaves through tunnel*