COB: Wadda yagot for me?
PI: Ahh, ya’s pops. He’s dyin out heres in a parking lot. Whad does I do? Calls fer help?
COB: Now waida minute pal! I’m real reeeligious sees. An bein’ as I’m so eeeclee-see-assticul and all, well I don’t wanna interfeer wit God if its what God wants to, yah know… just let God do whadever. We aint gonna interfee with nature and the angels and God or whatever the sitchu-achin is there. Capiche?
PI: So what…
COB: SO GO GETTA CUPPA COFFEE!!!