J: they killed 'Trebs!
A: Trebs is dead, long live Trebs
J: well not dead, but in a sack, waiting to die
J: long live the sack
J: oops, guess who isn't morte?
J: Oops it's his figlia
J: Figlia in a sack
A: I prefer pig in a blanket
J: Guelfi is making that weird French sound again
J: My figlia is in a sack and dying, bring me some jambon
J: I better be able to sing like that when I am morte in a bag
A: above and beyond