Tell me more about this man Houdini.
I know him. He’ll kill himself just to spite me. Then his ghost will come back, following me around the apartment, haunting and cleaning, haunting and cleaning, haunting and cleaning…
In life I was your partner, Jacob Marley.
We’re a couple of swells.
We stop at the best hotels.
But we prefer the country far away from the city smells.
There’s a bright golden haze on the meadow. The corn is as high as a elephant’s eye, And it looks like it’s climbin’ clear up to the sky.
Thank Lord Frith!
Here comes the Sun, and I say, it’s all right.
He’s a good looking boy. Do you mind if I keep this picture?
Come with me if you want to live.
Oh, thank you very much. I appreciate that. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m dead.
I thought of the words Marlowe had said to me over fifteen years ago: Dead men don’t wear plaid. Huh. Dead men don’t wear plaid. I still don’t know what it means.
Ohhh, that feels so… over!
All I know is, on the day your plane was to leave, if I had the power, I would turn the winds around, I would roll in the fog, I would bring in storms, I would change the polarity of the earth so compasses couldn’t work, so your plane couldn’t take off.
Barb, honey… we’re dead. I don’t think we have very much to worry about anymore.
Well, this is where you came in, back at that pool again, the one I always wanted. It’s dawn now and they must have photographed me a thousand times. Then they got a couple of pruning hooks from the garden and fished me out… ever so gently. Funny, how gentle people get with you once you’re dead.
Ah… flashback humor.
Did you ever find Bugs Bunny attractive when he put on a dress and played a girl bunny?
Why are you wearing that stupid bunny costume?
And what’s with that stupid grin?
I race cars, play tennis, and fondle women, BUT! I have weekends off, and I am my own boss.