Alas, poor Yorik! Woah! Check out Skull Head. A fellow of infinite jest, of most...

Yakko: Alas, poor Yorik!
Dot: [translating] Woah! Check out Skull Head.
Yakko: I knew him Horatio: A fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy.
Dot: [translating] He was funny.
Yakko: He hath borne me on his back a thousand times.
Dot: [translating] He gave me piggy back rides.
Yakko: And now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! My gorge rises at it.
Dot: [translating] I'm going to blow chunks.
Yakko: [kisses Skull Head] Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft.
Dot: [translating] We kissed a lot. NOT!
Yakko: Where be your gibes now? Your gamboles? Your songs? Your flashes of merriment that were wont to set the table on a roar?
Dot: [translating] How come you're not funny now?
Yakko: Not one now to mock your own grinning? Quite chap-fallen?
Dot: [translating] No one's laughing now and by the way your lower jaw's missing
Yakko: Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favor she must come; make her laugh at that.
Dot: [translating] Follow that woman and tell her no matter how much make up she wears, she's still going to croak and end up looking just like you, and see if she laughs.
Yakko: Prithee, Horatio, tell me one thing.
Dot: What'd you find in the hole?
Wakko: Our next cartoon