:19:04
Flies. That's what
you've given me, flies.
:19:07
Why do flies stick to you guys
like shit to a blanket?
:19:11
Very funny. You're a funny guy.
:19:13
You only think about yourself.
I could complain, too.
:19:16
I need some new clothes. I still look
like Linc from "The Mod Squad".
:19:20
You died in the '70s. Bummer.
:19:30
Now, Frank,
we got to talk about cigars.
:19:33
You promised to buy me a box.
:19:36
I hate to tell you,
but you're dead. You can't smoke.
:19:39
Light one and blow the smoke
in my face.
:19:41
If I light a cigar,
I'll blow my lunch in your face.
:19:47
Everybody, get down!
Damn it, Judge!
:19:54
Put the shooters away!
:20:04
That was a head shot!
He could have killed me!
:20:07
If I wanted to get shot at every day,
I'd move to Los Angeles!
:20:19
When a man's jawbone drops off...
:20:22
it's time to reassess the situation.
:20:28
I got myself...
:20:30
a nice little grave
up there at the cemetery.
:20:36
It could soon be time
to lay my bones.
:20:39
You're my go-to guy.
Without you, I'm out of business.
:20:44
Frightening...
:20:45
that's a young man's game, Frank.
:20:49
I ain't got no more hauntings
left in me.
:20:52
What? You're in...
:20:54
great shape.
:20:56
My joints are getting powdery.
:20:58
The dog is running away with my face.
Hell, I'm falling apart.