Jacob Singer: Jezzie? Get me out of here.
Evil Doctor: Where do you want to go?
Jacob Singer: Home.
Evil Doctor: Home? This is your home. You're dead.
Jacob Singer: Dead? No. I just hurt my back, I'm not dead.
Evil Doctor: What are you, then?
Jacob Singer: I'm alive.
Evil Doctor: Then what are you doing here?
Jacob Singer: I don't know.
[crying]
Jacob Singer: This isn't happening.
Evil Doctor: What *is* happening?
Jacob Singer: Get me out of here.
Evil Doctor: There is no out of here. You've been killed, don't you remember?