The Comedy of Terrors1963

John F. Black, Esq.:
[who has just awakened from a cataleptic trance in the mortuary basement] Mr. Trumbull... this man... what am I doing here?

Waldo Trumbull:
[who has recovered from his shock] Well, you're here because you're dead, Mr. Black.

John F. Black, Esq.:
The hell I am!

Waldo Trumbull:
Oh yes, Mr. Black, quite dead. Everybody knows it... except apparently you.

John F. Black, Esq.:
What jiggery-pockery is this?

Waldo Trumbull:
Oh, not jiggery-pockery, Mr. Black. Hinchley and Trumbull, Funeral Parlor.

John F. Black, Esq.:
[realizing what Trumbull means] You wouldn't dare!

Waldo Trumbull:
[pause, then] Have we a choice, Mr. Black?