Jasper: What's eatin' you, Abe? For three weeks all you've been talking
about is meeting Matlock. Now you've met him, swiped his pills
-- [reads label] "Take one every hour to prevent spastic heart
convulsions" --
[An ambulance drives by with its siren blaring; inside a doctor
uses cardiac stimulator, yelling "Clear!"]
-- but you ain't said a word.
Abe: Looking at that tired old freak has made me realize I'm no
spring chicken myself. I can feel death's clammy hand on my
shoulder...wait, that's my hand.
-- "Lisa vs. Malibu Stacy"
