Dewey: Dad, I've been thinking a lot about Grandma losing her leg. I mean, Grandma lost her leg saving my life, but she doesn't really want to talk to me, so I figure the least I can do is honor her leg. You know, pay it some decent last respects. Like maybe have a funeral for it or something.
Hal: Dewey, you just can't do that. The leg is medical waste. The hospital has to process it and do whatever they do with that stuff. How about this? Tomorrow, we go in the garage and make your grandmother a peg. You can paint it like a candy cane.
Dewey: No, I want the leg.
Hal: You can't get a leg, Dewey. That's just not going to happen.
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Dewey: [on the phone] Hello, Pathology? Yes, this is Judy Green from Dr. Weiss' office. I'm calling about the chop-and-drop he did Thursday on the old lady. Listen, Dr. Weiss thinks he may have left his wedding ring in that leg. He was pretty hammered. Yeah, again. So anyway, we need to get that leg out of there before the lawyers come around and do their Monday-morning quarterbacking. You know what, instead of the usual place, just send it to my house. I'll give you the address.