Howell: Good morning, my beloveds. Got a news flash for you. Your pal Martinez bought the farm.
White: Farm? What farm?
Penders: He died, stupid. What'd he die from?
Howell: I don't know, but whatever he had, you clucks have it, too.
Penders: Are you sure?
Howell: That's the scuttlebutt.
Howell: If I were you, I'd pay up my insurance premiums.
White: Wait, wait, wait, wait wait, look, buying a farm is a good thing, right? I, I, I mean, why that ... tell me, why does that have to mean dying?
Penders: Shut up, Omar.
White: No, look, now that don't make no sense. Sold the farm, lost the farm, the farm burned down, but -
Penders: Shut up, Omar!
White: That don't make no goddamn sense.