Hello again. Don't worry about a thing. It's all in your head.

I heard a fly buzz when I died.

You can never go back again. But if you do, bring a shovel.

Should auld acquaintance be forgot and days of auld lang syne?

To thine own selves be true.

You want to have a drink at a time like this?

Like what I've done with the place? (I just cranked it to expert level.).