Yakko:  Alas , poor Yorik !
Dot: Woah ! Check out Skull Head .
Yakko: I knew him Horatio : A fellow of infinite jest , of most excellent fancy .
Dot: He was funny .
Yakko: He hath borne me on his back a thousand times .
Dot: He gave me piggy back rides .
Yakko: And now , how abhorred in my imagination it is ! My gorge rises at it .
Dot: I 'm going to blow chunks .
Yakko: Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft .
Dot: We kissed a lot . NOT !
Yakko: Where be your gibes now ? Your gamboles ? Your songs ? Your flashes of merriment that were wo nt to set the table on a roar ?
Dot: How come you 're not funny now ?
Yakko: Not _ one _ now to mock your own grinning ? Quite chap - fallen ?
Dot: No one 's laughing now and by the way your lower jaw 's missing
Yakko: Now get you to my lady 's chamber , and tell her , let her paint an inch thick , to this favor she must come ; make her laugh at that .
Dot: Follow that woman and tell her no matter how much make up she wears , she 's still going to croak and end up looking just like you , and see if she laughs .
Yakko: Prithee , Horatio , tell me one thing .
Dot: What 'd you find in the hole ?
Wakko: Our next cartoon .