Nightmare

2:18

Zorak:: (moaning) Man.
Ghost:: How ya feeling there, pardner?
Zorak:: Eh ... like a Gardassian tanker ran over me, and backed up, and ran over me again.
Ghost:: Ohh! Rough night, huh?
Zorak:: Eh ... last night was limbo night at The Locust Club. Eh, things got a little outta hand. We "lowered the bar", if you know what I mean. I've gotta lie down for a little while or I'm going to keel over and croak.
(Zorak turns upside down in the pod and snores loudly, then starts speaking.): Hey ... you ... get outta that sinkhole right now...
Ghost:: Brak, listen to Zorak. He's talking in his sleep.
Zorak:: Awww, I don't wanna go to my room, Mommy. I'm innocent. Ouch! All right, I'm not innocent, but they can't prove a thing ... take me to court ...find a jury that'll prove a ... No! Take 'em away! Take 'em away!
Brak:: Take what away?
Zorak:: Banana Splits! Banana Splits!
(video of The Banana Splits): Uhh ... I need to stop giving Space Ghost the Evil Eye, huh-huh-huh ... ah-heh-heh-heh-heh ... ah, or he'll think that I'm sweet on him, heh-heh-heh-heh-heh.
Ghost:: Ooh, let's not go there.
Zorak:: Wait, Mr. Rich, you've got to hide me! You dirty rat, you dirty rat.
Ghost:: Oh no! He's doing impressions!
Zorak:: Hasta la vista, baby.
Brak:: Wake him up!
Zorak:: Ah PITY the fool!
Ghost:: ZORAK! WAKE UP!
Zorak:: Dyn-o-MITE!
(Ghost zaps Zorak.)
Zorak:: (rightside-up) Heh? Wha' happened?
Ghost:: You were talking in your sleep.
Zorak:: Oh. Eh, well, (yawn) don't mind if I do.
(Turns upside down and begins snoring again.)