Harry: Hey, doc. What can you do for me?
Dr. Lasker: Oh, my God! The symmetry of those cheekbones! That chin, that aquiline nose...
Harry: Stop. It tickles.
Dr. Lasker: Surgically speaking, this man is perfect!
Dick & Sally: What?
Tommy: But look at him! His eyes don't even open all the way.
Dr. Lasker: You know something? You and I, we could be brothers.