(Death is about to play a life-or-death game of checkers against Yakko and Dot)
Death: I win, Wakko goes with me. YOU win, and the three of you stay together forever. Agreed?
Yakko: We accept.
Dot: To accept is to yeild.
Yakko: To yeild is to allow oncoming traffic the right of way.
Dot: Your breath is like the breeze off a landfill.
Yakko: Food particles are wedged between your teeth.