Uncle Traveling Matt: Think of me as... "Traveling Matt."
::odd chimes sound -- Fraggles look around curiously::

::Uncle Traveling Matt is nearly run over, walks into a fire hydrant, and narrowly dodges a baseball team::
Uncle Traveling Matt: So far, I have been attacked by a large beast, run into an unfriendly yellow fellow, and escaped from a large army carrying deadly weapons. If I put this in a letter to Gobo, he'll never believe it! I'll just say I'm fine.

::Wembley is eating a Doozer construction::
Doozer: Architecture is meant to be appreciated!

Trash Heap: I'm orange peels, I'm coffee grounds. I'm wisdom.

Philo and Gunge: The Trash Heap has spoken! Nyaaaaaaah!

Boober: Wembley! I've found you in my book! You have all the symptoms of someone whose life has no meaning!

Pa Gorg: My dear, a gazebo's a big smelly animal with black and white stripes, sure they run fast, but who needs 'em?!

Philo: Oh no! Marjorie's turned into a fella!

Doc: Yes, it's one of the basic principles of the physical universe, Sprocket. Things don't disappear -- they just change, and change, and change again.

Gobo: What I love about Uncle Traveling Matt is that he never exaggerates.

Doc: I wish I knew more Japanese, it's hard to tell what they mean by these recipes.

Red: I AM NOT STUBBORN!

Marlin: You could not understand the workings of a lonely mind.

Doc: Mice do not go "Whoopee!"