Al: I think we see U.F.O.’s because we have to. It’s our only way out of here. The only thing that keeps me going is thinking that one day, a spaceship will land. Hopefully on garbage day. Then a gorgeous Martian with three big hooters comes out and says “I can’t speak, I have no parents, and I have no idea what good sex is. Hop aboard. My planet, su planet.”
STEVE: What’s the third hooter for?
AL: One in the back for dancing. Y’know what the worst part is?
STEVE: No one dances slow anymore?
Al’s quote was the first thing that came to my mind too.