Moltar: Your wife's on the phone again.
Space Ghost: Uh, tell her I exploded and tell her it was very sad and that the last thing I said was "make sure my wife moves out of my condo."
Moltar: She says it's an emergency.
Space Ghost: Emergency? Patch her through.
[Björk is patched through]
Björk: I have to go to the toilet.
Space Ghost: You remember the difference between the toilet and the sofa, right?
Björk: I think so.
Space Ghost: And remember how angry I got.
Björk: It smells like bad eggs.
Space Ghost: Because that's what happens when you boil the cushions of the couch you've been urinating on.
Space Ghost: Oh-oh, and as long as I've got you here: tell that French DJ, Tricky, to move out!
Björk: What's his name again?
Space Ghost: I don't know, he's your damned friend.
Björk: And I would love to introduce you to him.
Space Ghost: I've met him. He's living on our couch with the urine. And tell him to stop letting in strangers to listen to his new beats.
Björk: It makes all the children happy.
Space Ghost: Honey, those aren't children... they're packets of cream cheese.
Björk: Sometimes I can't separate between the two, do you know that?
Space Ghost: Yeah. I wish I had known that when we were just dating.
Björk: You have a mask, has anybody told - ?
Space Ghost: Uh, honey? I buried a present for you out in the yard.
Space Ghost: Yeah... why don't you go dig it up?
[Björk says something in Icelandic]
Space Ghost: Yeah. Well, I'll tell him you said that.
Zorak: Hey, um, uh... what did you bury?
Space Ghost: Her mother.
Space Ghost: No, Zorak, it's just a bagel she started calling "mother".
Moltar: [Auto-Tuned] Oh, yeah! Welcome to the Moltar Show!
Thom Yorke: Thank you very much, Moltar.
Moltar: Thank *you* very much, Thom Yorke, for sitting next to the Man... of the Century! Oh, yeah!
Thom Yorke: You're very self-assured. You're very much a nineties man.