Dr. Cox: Excuse me, Jack here... Uh, Jack here's got a cough. And on account of the meconium problem he had at birth, I'm thinking it just might be pneumonia.
Dr. Norris: Benjamin, take this cup, fill 'er up, right? [to Dr. Cox] What in the hell do you think you are doing? You arrogant son of a bitch, if you ever interrupt an exam of mine again, I will personally take my stethoscope and shove it up your- Benjamin! What happened?
Benjamin: I don't have to go.
Dr. Norris: Oh, well it happens to the big boys, too. Try again. Go on! [to Dr. Cox] Is his temperature under a hundred-point-five?
Dr. Cox: Barely.
Dr. Norris: Eating, peeing, pooing?
Dr. Cox: Sometimes all at the same time. Come on, it's a really persistent cough. What do you say?
Dr. Norris: Office hours, tomorrow, five o'clock. Bye-bye.
Dr. Cox: I'm gonna go ahead and put this in a language that you can understand: [puppet voice] You had better see my son now, or I'm gonna kick your ass.