Harry: [sings] Casper, the friendly ghost The unfriendliest ghost I know
Dick: No, come on, Harry. Keep going.
Harry: Yeah, more like keep going to the bathroom.
Dick: Being scared is pointless. It's just biochemical fuzz in the lint trap of your mind.
Harry: Whoa! You've been bobbing for some funky apples, man.
Dick: Harry, I've let fear run my life long enough. I'm not going to live this way any longer.
Harry: Intelligent people don't believe in ghosts.
Dick: Uh, shut up.