Mitchell: Well, C-Cam, yeah, you broke your arm. You got to go to the hospital.
Cameron: No. Not yet. I'll go in, draw myself a bath, pretend to fall and break my arm. In the meantime, go get those painkillers that they gave you when you twisted your ankle.
Mitchell: Oh, I think I threw those away.
Cameron: Did you? Or are they in the nightstand next to your bed because they go good with a glass of wine?