- Doc: Well, Sprocket, I'm afraid I have some bad news.
- [Sprocket makes an inquiring sound]
- Doc: Remember your application for membership to the Top Dog Club?
- [Sprocket nods]
- Doc: It was rejected.
- [Sprocket is upset]
- Doc: Now listen, old fella, we knew it was gonna be difficult. The Top Dog Club is a very exclusive organization.
- [Sprocket whimpers]
- Doc: You have to have a pedigree to belong.
- Red Fraggle: First rule of our club is: no dogs that yap. That automatically eliminates Fred, Ginger, Angel, Mortimer, Mugsy, Rowlf...
- Red Fraggle: Ok, I've just thought of the first rule for the club: no more listening to postcards from Uncle Matt.
- Club Member #2: Hey, but I like Uncle Matt's cards.
- Red Fraggle: Oh, well, in that case, I guess you just can't be in the club. Rules are rules.
- Club Member #2: Whatever you say, boss.
- [leaves]
- The Captain: [after hanging up the phone] Doris Hicks, the publican's wife. Wants me to start a birdwatchers club.
- [Sprocket hands him one of his slippers]
- The Captain: Oh, thank you, Sprocket. As a matter of fact, I, I think it's a very good idea. Doris thinks I'm the ideal man for the job and I must say, I agree with her.
- The Captain: Sprocket, I'm a failure.
- [Sprocket objects]
- The Captain: Yes, I am. I can't even persuade one single person to join our club. Why? I know why. Because I haven't the knack. Of course, not everybody has the knack to organize things, I mean, we can't all be leaders. Still, failure isn't a disgrace. As long as you make the effort, you can't be a loser.