Elliot: Ok, Mr. Thompson, we've got your fever down, but how's the pain in your abdomen?
Mr. Thompson: Practically gone.
Elliot: Really? [elevates bed]
Mr. Thompson: Aah!
Elliot: Little trick I picked up in med school.
Mr. Thompson: Good trick. I think my insides exploded.
Elliot: Now, I suspect you've got pancreatitis, so we're going to run some LFTs and do an ultrasound. But in the meantime, I am going to prescribe you something for your pain.
Mr. Thompson: No, no, no, please, please, don't sweat it. I'm used to the pain. Besides, my mom is bringing by the kids later and I figure there should be at least one sober adult in the room. [chuckles, then Elliot chuckles] No, seriously, she's a drunk.
Elliot: Oh, sorry.
Mr. Thompson: [laughs, then Elliot laughs] Stop it.