Oliver: Lisa, honey, I’m dead!
Mr. Haney: Waal, if’n it ain’t Mr. Douglas! We all been waitin’ fer ya–you must be nigh unto 95 years old!
Oliver: Well, as a matter of fact, Mr. Haney, I was–
Mr. Haney: Now, don’t say a word–I know just what you were goin’ to say! You were lookin’ fer a harp!
Oliver: Now, Mr. Haney, I’m sure they supply–
Mr. Haney --An’ I got right here a gen-you-wine Harpo Marx gold-plated harp, fer only one hundred dollars.
Oliver: A hundred dollars? Why you can just go to–
Lisa: Olivair, dahling! Vhere haff you been? Deed you breeng Alf and Ralph viss you? Vait teel you see our cloud–eet needs its silver lining repolished!
Oliver: Lisa!
[they nuzzle behind pearly gates for a few minutes]
Mr. Kimball: Glad to see you, Mr. Douglas! Well, not glad, it means you’re dead. Well, not dead, 'cause you’re talking to me. Not that you are talking to me . . . Say, maybe I’m not dead! [wanders off]
Arnold: snort snort
Arnold: snort snort
Arnold: snort snort
Arnold: snort snort
Arnold: snort snort
Oliver: Lisa–what are all these pigs doing here?
Mr. Ziffel: Waal, Mr. Douglas! We all been waitin’ fer ya–you must be nigh unto 95 years old!
Oliver: Well, as a matter of fact, Mr. Ziffel–
Mr. Ziffel: Ah see all the Arnolds have been sayin’ hello. Turned into Hog Heaven what with all the Arnolds we used on the show!
Lisa: Not only zat, but Mr. Ziffel has two Mrs. Ziffels up here, dahling!
Oliver: Well, where’s Sam Drucker set up his store? I can’t wait to start planting!
Lisa: You deedn’t breeng heem viss you? He must be 95 years old! I hope you’re not hungry, dahling . . .
Oliver: As a matter of fact, I am.
Lisa: Bad news, dahling. Every time I try to make hotscakes up here, zey fall right through ze clouds!
Oliver: Ahh–I am in heaven!