Jim: «I shall fear no evil…and thou shalt accompany me all the
days—the days of my life…uh…lay me down in—in—in green
pastures.. I… I can’t remember anymore…»
Hilda: «That was nice, dear. I like the bit about green pastures—«
Jim: «Oooh yes, yes… into the valley of the shadow of death…»
Hilda: «No more, love… no more…»
Jim: «Rode the six hundred.»
(instrumental)