- The Brain: In Italy under the Borgias, they had 30 years of murder, bloodshed and warfare. And they produced indigestible noodles, boring operas and the FIAT. In Switzerland, they had brotherly love, 500 years of democracy and peace, and what did they produce? The Swiss bank account, the best cheese in the world and "Heidi"!
- Pinky: Excuse me, I'm looking for The Brain.
- Mother: Herr Brain? Oh, I am so sorry. You are too late.
- Pinky: Egad! He hates it when I'm late! Can I see him?
- Mother: No, no, I am sorry. Perhaps my English is not so good. You see, Herr Brain met with an unfortunate accident. I am afraid he is... quite dead.
- Pinky: Oh, that's alright. He's expecting me.
- Mother: You misunderstand. He, uh, how do you say... sleeps among the angels. He is dead as a doornail.
- Pinky: Will he be coming here soon?
- Mother: No! He is a stiff! A corpse! A goner!
- Pinky: Poit. Just let him know I'm here
- Mother: He's kaput! He bought the farm! Kicked the bucket! Went to the great lab cage in the sky!
- Pinky: So can I use his bathtub until he comes back?
- Mother: Argh!