- Gobo Fraggle: Wembley?
- Wembley Fraggle: Yes, Gobo?
- Gobo Fraggle: You mean you haven't chosen a job yet?
- Wembley Fraggle: Well, no.
- Gobo Fraggle: Ok, that's it. I don't pall around with wishy-washy Fraggles.
- Wembley Fraggle: Well, what do you want me to do about it? I can't just go away.
- Gobo Fraggle: Oh, yes you can!
- Wembley Fraggle: Well... if that's the way you feel, I'll just pack my things...
- Gobo Fraggle: That shouldn't take long, you've only got one spare shirt.
- Wembley Fraggle: [snifs] Right. I'll pack my thing...
- [sighs deeply]
- Gobo Fraggle: Hey Red?
- Red Fraggle: Yeah, Gobo?
- Gobo Fraggle: Do you wanna hear the postcard I got today from my Uncle Travelling Matt?
- Red Fraggle: Certainly. Read it to me, I love fiction.
- Wembley Fraggle: [after joining the Fraggle Fire Department] Hey, guess what, everybody?
- Gobo Fraggle: What?
- Wembley Fraggle: I get to be the siren!