Dick: Why does death have to be so inconvenient?
Harry: [holding an apple] Mmm, to die, to sleep. To sleep, perchance to dream. Oh! [turns apple around to reveal three bite marks that look like the holes of a skull] There's the rub, for in that sleep of death what dreams may come when we have shuffled off this mortal coil must give us pause.
Dick: What's that from?
Harry: I don't know, some Mel Gibson movie.