Dr. Kelso: What's with the mouthful of Chicklets, sweetheart?
Carla: No special reason.
Dr. Kelso: Really? I thought it might be because Dr. Dorian came to see me with his feathers all up, and his voice a-crackin', and told me he was letting Mr. Woodbury go.
Carla: Oh, did he?
Dr. Kelso: Yup. And his knees were knocking so loud I almost didn't see you above him pulling the strings.
Carla: Look, Dr. Kelso-
Dr. Kelso: Maybe Mr. Woodbury will be fine. Maybe he'll be back in a few days even worse for wear because you rushed him out. Who knows? But darn it all if what I don't think is the bigger question is why you even give a hoot.
Carla: Well, actually, sir, I have this little problem with caring for my patients.
Dr. Kelso: Still, if you decide later that what you really care about is how much your patients like you, you can always change your mind about letting Mr. Woodbury leave. Hell, I'll even back you up.