Back From the Dead
WITCH #2: A mouse's ears, both a newt's eyes, he who cannot be killed, we command you rise!
/smoke fills the air
WITCH #1: Yes! Yes! Come forth! Hahahahahahahahahahah!
ZOMBIE INGE: Haha, Skipper. Calm down. Your whiskers hurt. Anything you need, just ask.
LEYLAND: Nowthatyoumentionit...(coughs up brownish chunk)...Alexhasn'thadadayoffinawhile. (hackhack) Canyoucatchabitforus?
LEYLAND: Shit. (lights cigarette with still burning one) Thanksfornothingyouhags.
WITCH #2: You actually thought this would work? Man, you are bad at decisions, sonny.
WITCH #1: Before you go, Jim, we wanted to ask you something.
WITCH #1: Have you considered batting Peralta or Avila higher in the lineup?
LEYLAND: (coughing fit) Fuckthishorseshitteam...