Dick: Oh, nice place. It's, uh, a bit sterile. And you could use a touch of potpourri to mask this somewhat disturbing smell. But it's nice and bright, in a glaring, fluorescent sort of way.
Nurse: Have a seat.
Dick: Crunchy.
Nurse: Now you can go ahead and disrobe. [exits]
Dick: Righto. I'll just be naked here in this cold room with these strange machines gleaming instruments whose function I can only imagine. Aah! Now, now. Nothing to worry about. Aah! Aah! Will somebody make that music stop!
Dr. Howard: [enters] Dick, I'll be with you in a minute.
Dick: The hell you will! [runs out]