Grampa: Death stalks you at every turn!
Grampa: Well, it does-- Aah! Death! There it is! Death!
Lisa: It's only Maggie.
Grampa: (laughs sheepishly) Oh, yeah. You know, at my age, the mind starts playing tricks. So-- Aah! Death!
Lisa: That's only the cat.
Grampa: Oh. Aah! Death!
Lisa: That's Maggie again, Grampa.
Grampa: Oh. Where were we? Death!