- Doc: [to Sprocket] Remember last year we went as a cowboy? I made a terrible horse. Everybody knew it was me right away. But I have to admit, you were pretty good. The cowboy hat you wore looked terrific and the arrow through the head joke was the perfect touch, perfect. It was too bad about the boots, though. You should have warned me about the spurs.
- Red Fraggle: Well, you know me, Mokey, I'm not too good at poems, But sliding, sliding is my specialty.
- [slides and falls]
- Gobo Fraggle: Actually, falling on your face is your specialty.
- Marjory the Trash Heap: I myself always wanted to write poems... . eh, let's see. Garbage is brown, compost is gray...
- Red Fraggle: Oh, even the Trash Heap wants to be like Mokey. Well, I know how she feels...
- Mokey Fraggle: I finished it!
- Gobo Fraggle: Phew! Saved by the poem. We'll do the slide later, okay, Red?
- Boober Fraggle: Hey, Red, look: I've got this book all about disease. This is great, because now I can find out what's wrong with me before I get sick!