Ed:
You're right, there's a chill in the air tonight. Fifty-eight years old, can't be too careful in this weather.
Joey:
[
pointing to coffin] Yeah, you'll end up in one of those.
Ed:
Uh-uh. Not me. You'll never find me in one of these. I'm gonna get me cremated.
Joey:
You're just afraid that some old creep like you is gonna come along and steal your head.
Ed:
Watch your tongue, boy, if you like this job!
Joey:
Like this job?
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