Ah, gentlemen, thank you for coming. We don't have a lot of time, so I'll cut to the chase. The girls at our school have been hiding something from us; hiding something huge.
[grabs the bullhorn from the officer] Butters? Butters, whatever is troubling you, this isn't the answer. Just come down, son, and... we promise we won't ground you for more than a couple of weeks.
I came to talk you out of it. You need to just accept that your son is dead... and not try to bring him back.
SMr. Stotch
Bring him back? What-what are you talking about?
OMOld Man
I know you're thinking of putting him up there, in the Indian burial ground up that road. You're thinking if you bury his body there it'll come back to life. But sometimes dead is better.
SMr. Stotch
Indian burial ground?
OMOld Man
It's been done before, what you're thinking of. The Nelson boy, back in '85...
SMr. Stotch
You're saying if I dig up my son's body and rebury him at the old Indian burial ground--
OMOld Man
Don't do it, Stotch! What comes out of the ground... ain't the thing you put in. The Indians knew that, that's why they stopped usin' it when the ground went sour. I'm just here to talk you out of it. [heads for the door] Don't bury your son's body at the Indian burial ground, Stotch! The one that's right up over there, behind the Andersons's barn. Sometimes... dead is better.
