Frank: A good cop – needlessly cut down by some cowardly hoodlums.
Ed: No way for a man to die.
Frank: No… you’re right, Ed. A parachute not opening… that’s a way to die. Getting caught in the gears of a combine… having your nuts bit off by a Laplander, that’s the way I wanna go.
Wilma Nordberg: [cries] Oh… Frank. This is terrible.
Ed: Don’t you worry Wilma. Your husband is going to be alright. Don’t you worry about anything. Just think positive. Never let a doubt enter your mind.
Frank: He’s right, Wilma. But I wouldn’t wait until the last minute to fill out those organ donor cards.
[Wilma cries again]
Ed: What I’m trying to say is that Wilma, as soon as Nordburg is better, he’s welcome back at Police Squad.
Frank: Unless he’s a drooling vegetable. But I think that’s only common sense…
[Wilma cries again]
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