Wilkins: Come below, the Maxwell House Coffee’s ready.
Wontkins: I don’t like Coffee.
Wilkins: Okay, Mack. Have some water.
(The submarine sinks)
Wontkins: I must’ve said the wrong thing.
Wilkins: You drink Community Coffee?
Wontkins: Naw so what?
(A manhole falls on Wontkins, crushing him)
Wilkins: Things seem to happen to people who don't drink Community.
Wontkins: Help help, My parachute won't open-
Wilkins: Try some La Touraine Coffee! That'll give him a lift.
Wontkins: Let’s take a break.
Wilkins: Ah, Maxwell House Coffee time. Want a cup?
Wontkins: Naw, gimme a light.
(Wilkins blasts the blowtorch in Wontkins' face. Wontkins is blackened, the cigar burnt to a crisp.)
Wilkins: He’s smoking more now and enjoying it less.