Woody: Tonight's my first night at the graveyard. I don't want to be late, all right? Now, come on, you guys really got to go. Let's go. Come on.
Cliff: Woody! Woody! Woody! Hold it! Hold it! What's the rush? It's not like your customers are going to be going anywhere. [Cliff & Norm chuckle] Huh?
Norm: Yeah, yeah. But you know, it is going to be awfully lonely out there, Wood.
Cliff: Oh, no, now, don't worry. You'll have plenty of company. They won't be too talkative, what with their lips sewn shut.
Woody: Well, you don't actually have to see the bodies, do you? I mean, they're in the coffins, right?
Cliff: Oh, yeah, most of them are. The ones that can afford it. Yeah, the rest of them, they, uh, put in body bags or sometimes just a big roll of blotting paper. Sometimes they're just laying about arms and legs akimbo. Yeah, their lips drawn in a ghastly rictus.
Woody: I don't know what rictus means, Mr. Clavin.
Cliff: You will by sunup, my lad.