Mail Bag Day

Ghost:

Allrighty! Let's do some readin'!

"Dear Space Ghost, I wish I had a nickle* for every time you act stupid and funny! Paul Green, Marietta, Georgia."

Zorak:

I wish I had a nickel for every time you said something dumb!

Ghost:

Oh, dinglehoofer!

Zorak:

There's a nickel.

Ghost:

Watch it, eggplant!

Zorak:

And a dime!

Ghost:

I'm crazy about velcro!

Zorak:

Fifteen cents.

Ghost:

Dinky space monkey!
Call me Mr. Bacon-And-Eggs!

Zorak:

Make it a quarter! (rimshot)

Ghost:

(clearing his throat elaborately) A-a-a-a-a-ahemmm.

"Dear Space Ghost, I think you're cool, but don't tell Zorak, he's grumpy. Here's my question. Does Zorak need a nap? Ashleigh Garritt, Birmingham, Alabama."

(baby talk) Zorak, is it nappytime?

(Zorak is upside down in his prison pod, snoring loudly)

Ghost:

(extreme baby talk) Don't they look cute when they're aweeep?

Zorak:

(more snoring)

* = sic. It was spelled that way onscreen.