Stan: (Daydreaming; shooting his gun) And you, and you, and you!
Dick: Stan! Stan wake up!
Stan: Huh? Oh, sorry, must have zoned out.
Dick: You just shot Jackson eight times!
(Jackson groans and falls to the ground)
Stan: Oh, my God, Jackson! Hang on, buddy, you're gonna make it!
(Jackson coughs up his heart)