Edgar Frog: You did the right thing by calling us. Does your brother sleep a lot?
Sam Emerson: Yeah, all day.
Alan Frog: Does the sunlight freak him out?
Sam Emerson: Uh, he wears sunglasses in the house.
Edgar Frog: Bad breath, long fingernails?
Sam Emerson: Yeah, his fingernails are a little bit longer, um, he always had bad breath, though.
Alan Frog: He’s a vampire all right.
Edgar Frog: All right, here’s what you do: get yourself a good sharp stake and drive it right through his heart.
Sam Emerson: I can’t do that; he’s my brother.
Alan Frog: OK, we’ll come over and do it for you.
Sam Emerson: No!
Edgar Frog: You’d better get yourself a garlic T-shirt, buddy, or it’s your funeral.