Police Chief Wiggum: Well, that settles it. There is no silver tongue... is there, bonesy?
(Wiggum takes Jebediah's skull and uses it as a dummy.)
Skull: Oh, I wish chief. With that kind of dough, I could buy me some eyeballs!
Wiggum: That's the spirit, bonesy. Why don't you sing a song for the nice people?
Skull: Okay! Camptown ladies sing this song, doo-dah doo-dah, Camptown races five miles long...
Bandit Keith: "Alas, poor Yorick, I knew him... In America!!"
Bonz/Zombieboy: "I graduated from Zombie School for this?"
"Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio: a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy: he hath borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rims at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come; make her laugh at that."
Ben: ...She doesn't remember feeling any pain. It went completely dark and there must have been screaming everywhere and it would have been a while before she could see anything at all. After that, all she remembers... is looking down... and seeing Malcolm.
Emily: Where was he?
Ben: She was holding his head in her hands.
Emily: (Thinking) Well, that's a romantic image. Two lovers. He's lying in her lap. She's cradling him as he dies...
Ben: Not him... not the whole of him. She was holding his head. Just his head. ...A bomb... can do terrible things to a human body... You've no idea...
— The Rotter's Club
Yakko: "Alas, Poor Yorick".
Dot: "Whoa, check out Skullhead."
Yakko: "I knew him, Horatio: a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy"
Dot: "He was funny".
— "Alas Poor Skullhead" Animaniacs