You can't fight me. You're so short, it'll be like a chihuahua trying to gnaw my kneecaps off.

[He is still obviously fond even as he says this, but the smirk on his face says he is absolutely enjoying riling Eddie up over this.]

Ohhh, that explains why Miss Piggy hated my guts. Growing up it was always like, [imitating Miss Piggy's voice dead-on:] You! Bigfoot-looking sac à merde! Come into my dressing room and lace me into my corset! Always thought the Bigfoot part was just a potshot at the hair.