Wilbur:
You licked my ear. I'd have bought a dog if I wanted my ear licked.
Harbour:
She'll have hers to go.
Harbour:
What's it like, being dead?
Wilbur:
It's dull as dishwater. It's silent and completely dark... it's like being in Wales.
Wilbur:
Horst. Is that German for "sausage"?
Horst:
No. But it's close.
Wilbur:
It's a snowbeast.
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