Axl: All right, here you go. We keep the refrigerator at 80 degrees to save money, so it might not be as refreshing as you'd like.
Hutch: So, uh, I guess we should... go back upstairs?
Axl: Or we could stay down here and enjoy our pop. [both sighs]
Hutch: So, what's with the blade on a stick? That's a terrible way to die.
Axl: Oh, there's worse ways to go than that.
Hutch: All I know is I don't want my obituary to include the sentence, "They found most of him."
Axl: Or, "Found behind a wall in a clown's house." That'd be bad, too.