JAG, Season 8

Gibbs:
A kid puts an arrow in a corpse. That's a new one.

Tony:
Just a variation. (Chuckles.) I remember we found this old guy, died watching TV. We found him sitting in the La-Z-Boy, stiff as a board, with a Bud in his hand.

Viv:
Oh, please, not another Baltimore homicide story.

Tony:
It looks like a natural death, but we gotta wait for the ME to confirm it, right? So it's dinnertime, my partner and I are starving, so we tell the beat rookie to keep an eye on the stiff. Rookie's never been alone with a body. Well, suddenly, the body goes out of rigor, slumps. The air trapped in the lungs is forced through the voice box and the corpse moans.

Viv:
Stop it!

Tony:
Rookie freaks, empties his service revolver into the body.

Gibbs:
You know what I think, DiNozzo?

Tony:
Don't say it's an urban myth man, 'cause I was there.

Gibbs:
I think you were the rookie.

Tony:
That's funny, Gibbs. Funny. Wrong, but funny.