Introit: the Beaker People arrive by driving up to the Moot House too fast and crashing their cars into fire hydrants and dustbins.
Archdruid: Having heard the sad news we're holding this memorial.
All: A memorial? What is it?
Dr Rumack: It's a service for remembering dead people, but that's not important right now.
Liturgy of loss
Burton: A parachute not opening... that's a way to die. Getting caught in the gears of a combine... having your nuts bit off by a Laplander, that's the way I wanna go!
Drebin: It's the same old story. Boy finds girl, boy loses girl, girl finds boy, boy forgets girl, boy remembers girl, girls dies in a tragic blimp accident over the Orange Bowl on New Year's Day.
All: Goodyear?
Drebin: No, the worst.
Confession
Archdruid: Oh, my poor Nordberg! He was such a good man, Frank. He never wanted to hurt anyone. Who would do such a thing?
Drebin: It's hard to tell. A gang of thugs, a blackmailer, an angry husband, a gay lover...
Drebin clears his belongings prior to departing to the next life.
Drebin:Hey! The missing evidence in the Kelner case! My God, he really was innocent!
All: He went to the chair 24 years ago, Frank.
READING
Drayton Parslow: And Jacob awaked out of his sleep, and he said, Surely the LORD is in this place; and I knew it not.
Dr Rumack: Yes, the Lord was in that place. And don't call me Shirley.
At this point, Kylie, or, as it may be, Kayleigh may carry a fine specimen of the North American mammal Castor Canadensis into the Moot House.
Drebin: Nice....
Archdruid:.. Don't. Just don't.
Archdruid: I flew single engine fighters in the Air Force, but this plane has four engines. It's an entirely different kind of flying altogether.
All: It's an entirely different kind of flying.
Valediction
Archdruid: Leslie, I just want to tell you good luck. We're all counting on you.
Drebin:It's a topsy-turvy world, and maybe the problems of a few people don't amount to a hill of beans. But this is our hill. And these are our beans!
-Today's Supper - Lasagne -
I picked the wrong day to give up sniffing glue...
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