Skeletor: So you have to show me how much better off the citizens of the room would be without me to create chaos and terror?
Gandalf: Something like that, follow me.
Skeletor: Why... why it's the dresser! I haven't been up here since the first episode.
Skeletor: Urd, my sweet. It's me, your love-corpse! Come here, babe.
Gandalf: No, Skeletor. She's never seen you, and while I'm with you no one can see you or hear you.
Skeletor: Is that why this shot was set up so crappy?
Gandalf: Not really, but sounds good to me.
Skeletor: Can I at least poke at her and mess with her head?
Gandalf: No, bad skeleton, bad skeleton!
Gandalf: Now, prepare yourself to witness The Room without the influence of Skeletor!
Skeletor: Right, outta my way.
He-Man: Everybody work! ~crack~
Skeletor: Well, whaddya say to something like that? I didn?t know He-Man swung that way. I figured he was a big chick magnet with his oiled... muscular... body... dripping with sweat glistening off his manly... what the fuck am I saying!? Think unsexy thoughts, think unsexy thoughts...
Gandalf: No, nothing like that has gone on since Jim owned a Shipwreck figure.
Skeletor: What the hell are they doing, then?
Gandalf: They're planting carpet.
Skeletor: Isn't there enough? The floor's covered in it.