Detective Somerset: What time did you confirm the death?
Officer Davis: Like I said, I didn't touch him, but he's had his face in a plate of spaghetti for about forty-five minutes now.
Detective Mills: Hold on... you mean you didn't check for vital signs?
Officer Davis: Did I stutter? Believe me, he ain't breathing, unless he's started breathing spaghetti sauce.
Detective Mills: The point is, whenever you find—
Officer Davis: Begging your pardon, but the guy's sitting in pile of his own shit and piss. If he ain't dead, he would've stood up by now.
— Se7en
When logic, and emotion
Are warring in Spock's head
And the engineers are talking technobabble
And the captain's off his meds
Remember what the surgeon said,
"Jim, he's dead."
"Jim, he's dead."
Are warring in Spock's head
And the engineers are talking technobabble
And the captain's off his meds
Remember what the surgeon said,
"Jim, he's dead."
"Jim, he's dead."
— Redshirt Rabbit (with apologies to Jefferson Airplane)
Sleeper pod opens to reveal a shirtless Ron Jeremy.
Captain Quirk: My God! Put some clothes on that man!
Boner: I'm afraid he's dead, Jim.
Captain Quirk: How do ya know? You haven't even examined him.
Boner: Can you blame me?!!
Ernie: Is he dead?
Fred: 'COURSE HE'S DEAD!
Ernie: So, erm, what's the mirror for?
Fred: I want a second opinion. Go on.
Ernie: Right.
Fred: 'Ave a look.
Ernie: He's still there.
Fred: Is the glass misted over?
Ernie: No.
Fred: He's dead.
Professor Crump: Argh! No, I'm not! I'm not! Am I?
Fred: He must have been holding his breath!
