
Devolve: Bring out your dead!
[clang]
Bring out your dead!
[clang]
Bring out your dead!
[clang]
Bring out your dead!
Fordring: Here’s one — nine copper.
Arthas: I’m not dead!
Devolve: What?
Fordring: Nothing — here’s your nine copper.
Arthas: I’m not dead!
Devolve: Here — he says he’s not dead!
Fordring: Yes, he is.
Arthas: I’m not!
Devolve: He isn’t.
Fordring: Well, he will be soon, he’s very ill.
Arthas: I’m getting better!
Fordring: No, you’re not — you’ll be stone dead in a moment.
Devolve: Oh, I can’t take him like that — it’s against regulations.
Arthas: I don’t want to go in the cart!
Fordring: Oh, don’t be such a baby.
Devolve: I can’t take him...
Arthas: I feel fine!
Fordring: Oh, do us a favor...
Devolve: I can’t.
Fordring: Well, can you hang around a couple of minutes? He won’t be long.
Devolve: Naaah, I got to go on to Hogger’s — they’ve lost nine today.
Fordring: Well, when is your next round?
Devolve: Thursday.
Arthas: I think I’ll go for a walk.
Fordring: You’re not fooling anyone y’know. Look, isn’t there something you can do?
Arthas: I feel happy... I feel happy.
Devolve: [whack]
Fordring: Ah, thanks very much.
Devolve: Not at all. See you on Thursday.
Fordring: Right.
[clop clop]
