Markus: Remove the cornea and locate the lense. Make sure the eye doesn't burst when you lay the first stitch.

Tyrone: Look, skin dead mice I can handle, but dissect cow eyes, that's my limit.

Burken: But Tyrone, I saw this movie once, there was a guy who was going to operate on an eye, and then when he was about to cut in it, it started following him with its look, so he turned all mad and transplanted it in his forehead so he could use it as an analyzer and zoom in and people like this, "zzz", "zzz"...

Markus: Cut it out, let's do this now so we're rid of this shit, OK?

Burken: OK.

Markus: [opens the box and finds a pack of cards] Whoa! Look!

Markus: Whoa! Look!

Tyrone: Awesome! No cow eyes - no homework!

Sofia: We'll have to give them back tomorrow and say they made a mistake.

Markus: You think these are Slem-Sven's cards?

Burken: No, it's gotta be some kind of game, to test our intelligence!

Tyrone: [sighs, exasperated] Get this: Slem-sven doesn't play games, he plays with dead animals, and sews hats out of them.