MORTICIAN:Bring out your dead!
Bring out your dead!
[clang] Bring out your dead!
[clang] Bring out your dead!
[clang] Bring out your dead!
[clang] Bring out your dead!
K SQUARED: Here's one -- nine pence.
CHAVEZ: I'm not dead!
MORTICIAN: What?
K SQUARED: Nothing -- here's your nine pence.
CHAVEZ: I'm not dead!
MORTICIAN: Here -- he says he's not dead!
K SQUARED: Yes, he is.
CHAVEZ: I'm not!
MORTICIAN: He isn't.
K SQUARED: Well, he will be soon, he's very ill.
CHAVEZ: I'm getting better!
K SQUARED: No, you're not -- you'll be stone dead in a moment.
MORTICIAN: Oh, I can't take him like that -- it's against regulations.
CHAVEZ: I don't want to go in the cart!
K SQUARED: Oh, don't be such a baby.
MORTICIAN: I can't take him...
CHAVEZ: I feel fine!
K SQUARED: Oh, do us a favor...
MORTICIAN: I can't.
K SQUARED: Well, can you hang around a couple of minutes? He won't be long.
MORTICIAN: Naaah, I got to go on to Robinson's -- they've lost nine today.
K SQUARED: Well, when is your next round?
MORTICIAN: Thursday.
CHAVEZ: I think I'll go for a walk.
K SQUARED: You're not fooling anyone y'know. Look, isn't there something you can do?
CHAVEZ: I feel happy... I feel happy. [whop]
K SQUARED: Ah, thanks very much.
MORTICIAN: Not at all. See you on Thursday.