Or even better:
Body on Doc Robbins' Cart: But I'm not dead yet!
Doc Robbins: Shut up! Yes you are!
Body on Doc Robbins' Cart: I'm not dead! I feel alive! I feel happy!
Dave: We can't do an autopsy if he's not dead!
(Brass takes his knight stick and whacks the guy over the head and stops stirring)
Doc Robbins: Thanks! I really appreciate it!
And now for something Completely Different....
(We see Warrick driving a car with Nick inside of it. They are both dressed like Keppler--black suits, black ties, white shirts, Warrick's Fro has been Jerry-curled with a really wet look and Nick's hair is really long.)
Warrick: So tell me again about Vancouver?
Nick: Whaddaya wanna know?
Warrick: Pot's illegal there, right?
Nick: It's illegal, but it's not 100% illegal. You can't go into a restaurant roll a joint and start puffing away, and you can't run a grow op in your house either. You can get small quantities over in Yaletown or Gastown--less than 100 grams and consume it in your home or garage.
Warrick: Aw man, I'm goin'! That's all there is to it! I'm (bleep)ing going!
Nick: Ha ha! You'd dig it the most. But you know what the funniest thing about Canada is: the little differences. I mean, yeah, they got the same stuff there that we got here just... up there it's a little different.
Warrick: For example?
Nick: For example, if you're 19 or 20, you can go into a bar and order a beer. And I don't mean near beer, I mean a glass of Alcholic Beer. And in Montréal, they sell beer in McDonald's. You know what they call a Quarter Pounder with Cheese, in Montréal?
Warrick: They don't call it a Quarter Pounder with cheese? That coz o' the Metric system?
Nick: NAH!!! I'm just joshing you! They call it a quarter pounder with cheese--but they do use the metric system up there. No big deal for us scientists though. And you know what some Canadians put on French Fries, instead of ketchup?
Warrick: What?
Nick: Either White Vineager or Brown Gravy and Cheese curds--that one they call Poo-teen.
Warrick: UGH! Vineagar?
Nick: I seen 'em do it man, they muther-(bleep)ing drown 'em in that stuff.
Warrick: POO-TEEN? Sounds like some cross between Pedophelia and Cophrophelia! YUCK!