Quagmire [talking]: Ensign Glen Quagmire. Welcome aboard.
You picked a great day to get rescued.
We were just about to sing a song about mopping.
Quagmire`s sea crew [singing in opera type tune]:
We`re mopping the deck
which is Navy for "floor"
And when we`re done mopping
We`ll mop it some more.
Quagmire [in his custom voice] Oh!
[Singing again]: Swab means mop, deck means floor.
[End, interrupted by death`s mum but there is no singing in the backgorund, only music]