Pinky and the Brain, Season 3

[That night, at the National Archives, Brain, wrapped in bandages with his arm in a sling after his injuries at the golf by former president Gerald Ford, looks up at Pinky through the mail slot]

Brain:
Now reel me up, Pinky. Slowly.

[Using a fishing pole, Pinky slowly reels him up]

Pinky:
Poit! Are you sure you don't wanna rest a bit?

[Brain bumps his bandaged foot at the door each time he sways back and forth]

Brain:
There's no time to rest, Pinky. Ooh! Now that we have the document signed… Ah! …we must place it in the National Archives… [groans as if to say, "Doors!"] …so that it can be discovered. Ow!

[He reaches the top of the mail slot]

Brain:
Now, push open the mail slot and hoist me in.

Pinky:
OK.

[Pinky accidentally lets go of the reel and pushes the mail slot open. Brain screams and hits the ground. Inside, Pinky lands on the floor]

Pinky:
Hold on, Brain!

[He reels the fishing pole line quickly. Brain grabs the rolled-up document and hangs on for dear life as he bumps the mail slot, then falls and lands hard on the floor]

Pinky:
Poit! Are you alright, Brain?

Brain:
I'm fine, Pinky.