Randy: What's gonna happen now?
Tim: Well, they're gonna run you back to X-ray, take a photograph of your wrist.
Randy: What if it's broken?
Tim: Don't worry about it. They're great here. They'll set it in a cast, and you'll be good as new in two months.
Randy: Two months?
Tim: Oh, it goes just like that. I remember when I broke my arm. I was younger than you.
Randy: Well, how'd you break it?
Tim: Well, the first time... I was six or so, in the garage looking at my little red wagon. [grunts] "That thing needs more power." [grunts]