Quotes: Alas, Poor Yorick
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!!"
"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...
... 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
"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".