Lois: Everybody dies. Some of us peacefully and in our sleep, and some of us... horribly. And that's life.
Bill Shelburn: The monkey that likes killing our family, it's back. It must be vanquished.
Hal Shelburn: Why won't you vanquish it, huh, Bill?
Bill Shelburn: You wouldn't happen to remember if, uh, my aunt had a wind-up toy monkey at the yard sale?
Barbara: Oh, not a cherished childhood memory now, was it?
