Transcribed from: Comedy Central[Scott is outside. He is shot from about the top of his chest up. He has a shovel in his one hand that is positioned straight up and looks from the shot to be a walking stick.]
Transcribed by: Tlyco@aol.com
Scott: [deep exhale] You smell that? That's the smell of Spring, and I love it. You know what I love to do in Spring? I love to come out into the woods, to walk amongst the budding trees, to smell and taste the hint of renewal that hovers in the air like a heady perfume, and to listen to the song of the birds who have returned from their long sojourn south, and bury the people I killed during the winter.
[As Scott moves some dirt with the shovel, the shot widens to reveal a body lying in a wheelbarrow.]