As part of the Solomons' mission on Earth, Harry had a chip in his brain to communicate with their leader, the Big Giant Head. Harry's voice would tremble before he broadcast a message, which he himself would not hear, from the home planet. The transmissions would end with a sneeze, leaving Harry confused - well, even more than usual - about the contents of the message he delivered.
Harry: Well, let's have a toast, shall we? To [voice quavers] new... Incoming message from the Big Giant Head. Your request has been approved. Your Lieutenant and High Commander will be restored to their previous Earth bodies immediately, and a small fee will appear on your next statement. Transmission ending in 3, 2, 1... [Harry, Dick and Sally sneeze]
Both: We're back!
Dick: Isn't that great, Tommy?
Sally: Oh, isn't that cool, Tommy?
Tommy: [squints] Tommy? I'm not Tommy.
Dick: Oh, my god!
Tommy: Ah, I'm just screwin' with you.
Tommy: Oh, man. The High Commander and the Lieutenant are incapacitated. You know what that means? The Information Officer takes over, and that's me. I'm in charge of the mission.
Harry: Permission to speak, High Commander.
Tommy: Permission granted.
Harry: Well, we might as well just take this mission, roll it up and stick it... [voice quavers] Incoming message from the Big Giant Head. "Your request to return home for emergency maintenance has been authorized."
Harry: "The time-space portal will open tomorrow evening between 8:51 and 8:53 P.M. Earth time. On your journey home, we will be showing Tin Cup, starring Kevin Costner and Rene Russo."
Tommy: Well, that settles it. We're going.
Harry: "The Big Giant Head looks forward to reading your comprehensive report on the history of human civilization."
Tommy: Oh, no.
Harry: Now where were we?
Vicki Dubcek: Well, let's see... I am Dr. Monica van Kleef, chief of neurosurgery at General Hospital, and you have a very serious condition that could relapse at any moment.
Harry: Yes, I'm not feeling... [voice quavers] very stable! Incoming message from the Big Giant Head.
Vicki Dubcek: Patient exhibiting dangerous erotic symptoms.
Sally: Your status report is now 23 days late.
Vicki Dubcek: Oh, yeah, baby. I've been a naughty girl!
Harry: Penalties for lack of compliance will be swift and severe.
Vicki Dubcek: Oh, you make me pay that penalty, Harry! Oh! Yeah! Oh, yeah! Big Giant! Big Giant!
Harry: You know, I'll tell you something interesting about- [voice quavers] Incoming message from the Big Giant Head. The Big Giant Head sends congratulations on a job well done.
Harry: And notice of your mission's imminent cancellation.
Harry: An inter-alien complaint has been lodged by Liam Neesam. As you know, the use of a weapon against another alien is a mission violation.
Dick: He was gonna turn us into chimps! He did it first!
Harry: It doesn't matter who started it! The Big Giant Head is telling you: The mission is over.
Harry: Yes! And that's final. You must leave by Saturday at midnight, when your earth bodies will expire. Transmission ending in 3, 2, 1... [sneezes] What happened?
Sally: We have to go home.
Harry: Oh, great. I guess I just have to stand here and twiddle [voice quavers] my... Incoming message from the Big Giant Head.
Tommy: Dick, Sally! It's the Big Giant Head!
Harry: The Big Giant Head has evaluated your mission, and you have been issued a score based on the color scale of the visible light spectrum.
Harry: Your mission has been adjudged... orange.
Dick: Hey, that's great.
Harry: Orange is very bad. On a scale of 1 to 10, it's, like, a 2.
Dick: Oh, damn!
Harry: To reevaluate your mission, the Big Giant Head is on his way to earth. He will arrive tomorrow between the earth hours of [robotic voice] 9 a.m. and 3:30 p.m. [normal voice] Someone from the mission must be home during this time. Transmission ending in 3, 2, 1... [sneezes]
Harry: Tommy, am I a Virgo or a Capricorn?
Tommy: I don't know. What's your birthday?
Harry: Does it matter? Because this horoscope right [voice quavers] here... Incoming message from the Big Giant Head!
Tommy: Hey, Dick, get in here!
Harry: To ensure better customer service, this transmission may be monitored.
Dick: What is it?
Harry: The Big Giant Head has received your Lieutenant's request for gender reassignment.
Tommy: Wait, Sally sent that thing off, like, three years ago.
Harry: The Big Giant Head hereby approves your request. For your convenience, your Lieutenant's body will be switched with that of your High Commander.
Dick: Lieutenant, you get in here!
Harry: Prepare to exchange forms in 3, 2, 1... [Harry, Dick and Sally sneeze]
Harry: We come in peace. And only--[voice quavers] Incoming message from the Big Giant Head!
Tommy: Oh, no!
Sally: My god!
Dick: This is a good show. He reminds me of George Gobel.
Harry: Stage one of brain shutdown is complete. Amygdaloid nucleus and thalamus will be disabled next unless your High Commander files his status report. Transmission ending in 3, 2, 1... [sneezes] [applause]
Garvin: Ladies and gentlemen, Garvin's Gallery of Apparitions and Curiosities is proud to present Hargo the Alien. [applause]
Harry: People of earth I come in peace. I am Hargo. Just Hargo. Where I come from, we don't have last names, which makes it really difficult, because on my planet, Hargo is a really popular name. Much like your Bob. [people walk away] W- Wait a second, you guys. Did I mention that I come in pea- [voice quavers] Incoming message from the Big Giant Head! Our records continue to indicate that you have failed to file your status report. Immediate response mandatory. Penalties for delinquency include, but are not limited to, systematic disconnection of your High Commander's brain functions. Have a nice day! Transmission ending in 3, 2, 1... [sneezes] [crowd cheers]
Vicki Dubcek: Harry's gone! Harry's gone! Harry's gone!
Sally: We know! Shut up!
Vicki Dubcek: My Big Giant Head is gone.
Tommy: Huh? What?
Dick: Why did you say that?
Vicki Dubcek: That was one of our little bedroom characters. Incoming message, baby.
Harry: Well, that breakfast was great. You know, I've never had a spinach frittata. [voice quavers] Incoming message from the Big Giant Head.
Sally: Oh, my God. Dick, get in here!
Dick: What is it?
Harry: Our records indicate that your status report is 22 days late. Please submit your finished report to the Big Giant Head's personal assistant, Big Giant Jenny.
Sally: I hate that bitch.
Harry: Transmission ending in 3, 2, 1. [sneezes] Oh, what's going on?
Tommy: Dick didn't finish the status report.
Harry: You didn't?!