March 15, 2010: Space Leprechaun: Top O' the morning to ya! Mitch: Space Leprechaun! Do you have big plans for St. Patrick's Day? Space Leprechaun: Indeed I do, lad. I'll be guardin' me pot 'o nickle. Mithc: You mean pot of gold? Space Leprechaun: Psh! In this market?! I sold my gold to survivalists. I made a fortune! Mitch: I guess it's smart to get out before the bubble bursts.
March 17, 2010: Dana: Ow! Space Leprechaun: Hee! Sorry, lass, but if you don't wear green on St. Patty's Day, you get pinched! Dana: I am wearing green! Space Leprechaun: Huh? Oh... so you are. I wasn't really looking? Dana: You weren't even looking? Then why-- wait a minute. That whole pinching tradition is just an excuse to grab women's behinds, isn't it? Space Leprechaun: Guilty!
March 19, 2010: Will: Have you recovered from St. Patrick's Day? Space Leprechaun: Recover? No need, lad! Space Leprechauns don't drink. The helmet, ya know. Will: What... you can't get the beer in? Space Leprechaun: "In" isn't the problem. When you've had too much beer and need to do the "chuck o' the Irish" Will: Please stop. Space Leprechaun: That's one fishbowl you don't want to be swimmin' in, if you know what I mean!