Willie: Say, what's this?
ALF: Oh. That's just nuclear waste for my spaceship. Hey, don't worry. Life on this planet will exist as long as that little lid doesn't pop off.
(The lid pops off)
ALF: Oh, wait a minute. These are my crayons.
ALF: Traditions are like plates. They're made to be broken.
Willie: What is cat juice?
ALF: Well, it's kind of like orange juice, but instead of squeezing the juice out of an orange you squeeze the juice out of a. . .
Willie: I don't want to hear it.
ALF: Then cover your ears - CAT!
Willie: I heard it .