Barry: Do you hear the dead man singing within, gentlemen?
Ramon: I'm..half deaf from the leaf-blower.
Barry: No, attorney Dickstein?
Dickstein: Uh, surfer's ear. Existosis of the ear canal.
Barry: I, alone, then am favoured by the jovially croaking post-coital falsetto winsomely caricaturing Debbie Boone?
Barry: (singing softly)..you give me strength..to carry on..
(Reaches in and quickly slams the door to room 24)
Ramon: (to Dickstein) Maybe we should get him some pea soup..