Matt, tired of Margies whining (like many in the audiance).
Matt: Reality pill, Margie! It was never you he liked, it was the car!
The musician Protozoa and his band, Microbe. Just look at his jacket! Not to mention that hair.
Him talking to his agent in the second movie about various ideas he had for how to reinvent himself, and why they panned out. He couldn't be President because you have to be American to do that. He then considered becoming the first rock starPope... but it turns out you have to be Catholic for that to be an option.
Margie and Orion, woundering what the aliens may have in store for them.
Margie: What if they are taking us back to their planet as souvenirs?
Orion: Like "Mom and Dad went to the Milky Way, and all I got was these crummy humans"?