David: You know, sometimes at night, I see things.
Alexis: Oh, my God, David!
David: Yeah, yeah. Like dark things. Like sometimes there's this old woman that paces back and forth by your bed, waving her hands over your face. I don't think her bony fingers ever touch your mouth, though.
Alexis: [gasps] Mom?
David: Do you ever wake up with chapped lips?
Alexis: Dad!
David: [whispers] Dad's dead.
Alexis: Ohh, you're such a dick, David!