Come on, Hank, pick up the pace.
(Struggling to keep his damaged glasses on) I can't see where I'm going. (Turns to Bill) Damn you, Bill.
Shh... Man, dang ol' disrespectful. (Also turns to Bill) Man... lift, Bill, man.
I am. It's Dale, he's faking it.
(Barely holding the casket with his arm) Am not.
Dale, no wonder my end feels so heavy. Get your hands on the casket.
It's bad luck.
Told you it was bad luck.




