Sam: [owl hooting in distance] Come on, Gary. Enough's enough. It's getting chilly out here.
Cliff: Sammy?
Sam: Hmm?
Cliff: Come on, the funeral's been over for hours.
Sam: No, no, you don't understand. See, that's the whole thing about practical jokes, it's timing. I know this; I've done this a thousand times before. Matter of fact, if I don't miss my guess, he'll be coming out right about... now. Right about now. Come on, you're milking it, Gary! Get out of there!
Frasier: I don't think he's coming out, Sam.
Sam: Yeah? Well, then I'm I'm digging him out. Come on, Gary. Come on. No, you don't understand. This is a stunt. No, come on, you can hear him laughing. He's laughing, I hear you! You're laughing, I know that!