- Red Fraggle: [stuck in a bushel basket that Junior is sitting on] Junior Gorg... oh, Junior Gorg, can you hear me?
- [Junior looks between his legs]
- Red Fraggle: Can you hear me?
- Junior Gorg: My bottom is talking to me!
- Pa Gorg: Get off that basket!
- Junior Gorg: Never. To keep my daddy's ears from falling off, I will sit on this basket, forever!
- Red Fraggle: Boober, where did you learn a funeral dirge?
- Boober Fraggle: I composed it in honor of my own departure.
- Junior Gorg: Hey, pick up the tempo, will ya? I like a funeral dirge you can dance to.
- Boober Fraggle: Will you two stop arguing? Good heaven, it will take the Trash Heap to sort out this mess.
- Gobo Fraggle: Good idea. Yeah, we'll let her decide.
- Red Fraggle: Oh, eh, I'll decide if we'll let her decide.
- Gobo Fraggle: I already decided that!