[BoxJam and Ms. BoxJam sitting on a bench in front of several other couples sitting on a bench. Strange lines, one doesn't know what they are sitting on.]
BoxJam: How long is this trip? I'm famished!
Ms. BoxJam: Think about dead people...you'll be fine...
[same scene, BoxJam looks startled]
BoxJam: What are you *talking* about?
Ms. BoxJam: Well, you've got this thing where after a funeral, or even being in a funeral home, you won't eat for *hours*...
[zoom out, can now see that they are sitting atop a dinosaur]
BoxJam: That's not a "thing"...it's an instinctual urge to separate your food from your dead people...
Ms. BoxJam: Whatever...use it to your advantage...I wish we had a dead person here for you to touch...you wouldn't eat for days...
[zoom back in, same scene as before, Ms. BoxJam leaning in and pointing her finger at BoxJam]
BoxJam: Why is that your solution for everything?
Ms. BoxJam: Dead people *would* encourage better dental hygiene.