Beee-waaare!

[Craven and Bedloe enter the family crypt. It is full of dust and spider webs] Dr. Bedloe:
Hard place to keep clean, huh? Dr. Craven:
Yes, I very seldom get down here. [Craven begins to unseal the coffin of his father as Bedloe brushes dust from the coffin lid] Dr. Craven:
Thank you. [Craven opens the coffin lid, he loses his grip and it falls, smashing Bedloe's wing] Dr. Bedloe:
Owwww! Dr. Craven:
I'm sorry. [Craven opens the coffin lid and looks at his father's corpse] Dr. Craven:
. Forgive me, Papa. [Craven snips some of his father's hair. Roderick Craven's corpse reaches up and grabs Craven by the front of his shirt collar] Roderick Craven:
Beee-waaare! [Craven breaks free of his father's grasp and clutches his throat] Dr. Bedloe:
What did he say? Dr. Craven:
He told me to-to beware. Dr. Bedloe:
Of what? Dr. Craven:
I don't know. Dr. Bedloe:
I suggest we better leave here, huh? [Craven closes the coffin lid and they turn to leave] Dr. Bedloe:
Don't forget my hair! Come on, hurry up! [Craven picks up the hair, they turn to leave and his father's corpse groans again] Roderick Craven:
Beee-waaare!