Thread by @ghweldon

SESAME STREET AT 50:

COUNT: 1! 2! 3! 4! 5! 6! 7! 7! [LIGHTING, THUNDER] Seven vunderful nanograms of prostate-specific antigen per milliliter in my blood! AH AH AH AH!

DOCTOR: That is an alarmingly high PSA level. I'm scheduling a biopsy.

COUNT (softly, to self): ah ah ah ah

I hope they have a Sesame Street Reunion special so the OG muppets like Roosevelt Franklin and Prairie Dawn can read the new ones for filth.

Or wait no for FELTh carry on.

SESAME STREET AT 50:

BIG BIRD: You were right. About everything. I see it now.

OSCAR: Told you.

SESAME STREET AT 50:

ERNIE: You don't bring me flowers. You don't sing me love songs.

BERT: You hardly talk to me anymore when I come through the door at the end of the day.

ERNIE: I remember when you couldn't wait to love me, used to hate to leave me NOW AFTER LOVIN' ME LAA-

SUPER-GROVER (whisper-grunt): Hello. Everybody.

TELLY: Super-Grover? You -- you're grim! Y-you're gritty!

SUPER-GROVER: Dog carcass in alley this morning, tire tread on burst stomach.

TELLY: BARKLEY??

SUPER-GROVER: This block is afraid of your furry pal Grover. I have see-