- Mokey Fraggle: Oh, Red!
- Red Fraggle: Hi...
- Mokey Fraggle: Is that for Gobo?
- Red Fraggle: [disapprovingly] Oh, yeah. He had this sudden craving for parsnip stew right after I finished making him some rutabaga soup.
- Mokey Fraggle: Oh, Red, don't be so hard on him. Being sick can be very difficult.
- Red Fraggle: Oh, Gobo's not being difficult. HE'S BEING IMPOSSIBLE!
- Mokey Fraggle: [after Boober helped Wembley's illness] Boober, weren't you afraid of catching whatever it is Wembley had? I mean, well, you know how worried you are about getting sick.
- Boober Fraggle: Oh, don't be ridiculous, Mokey. I'm not afraid of being sick.
- Mokey Fraggle: You're not?
- Red Fraggle: You're not?
- Boober Fraggle: Nah, of course not.
- Red Fraggle: Well, that's good. Then you won't mind it when I tell you that little red dots are starting to appear all over your face.
- [Boober feels his face as he realizes he now has the pebble pox, Wembley gasps in shock]
- Boober Fraggle: OH, NO!
- [Boober faints but Wembley catches and carries him]
- Wembley Fraggle: Boober! Boober, remember, the pebble pox are just a natural part of life. Now come on. Now, look at me. Come on.
- Red Fraggle: [aghast] That makes three patients!
- Gobo Fraggle: Yep, I'm the kind of guy who can take a tussle with a few germs right in stride.
- Wembley Fraggle: Yeah. You know, Gobo, I wish I could be more like you. I'd really hate it if I had those little red dots all over my face.
- Gobo Fraggle: Yeah.
- [chuckles, then screams after he sees the little red dots all over his body]