Sir Nigma: “Did a new person show up today?”

Marty: “Well, yes…”

Sir Nigma: “Sweet!”

Marty: “And then again, no.”

Sir Nigma: “…God damnit.”

Marty: “I think Santa’s fuckin’ with you, man. He even gave us a third arm, as if to make some kind of sarcastic ‘Hey, you need an extra hand with that?’ joke.”

Sir Nigma: “I don’t suppose you know some kind of crazy necromantic trick to reanimate this dude?”

Marty: “Of course not! What do I look like… a wizard?”