Dr. Cox: Mr. Warner, do you see what you've made me do by once again choosing to spend all of your free time out on the surface of the sun until melanoma has developed. You've forced me to pull the attending dermatologist away from his backne seminar and validate his most ridiculous of career choices. [Dr. Johnson squeals] Oh, God.
Mr. Warner: I just wanted to look good.
Dr. Cox: You, my friend, look so damned leathery, I'm honestly tempted to wrap you around a baseball, cinch you up with a belt and stick you under my mattress so that you're good and broken in for the big game on Sunday. But, since I'm here to heal, not judge, I'm gonna go ahead and write you a couple of prescriptions. You'll find that this first one is for an extra large mallet to help you pound some sense into yourself. The second one is for a big floppy hat that you're now to wear every single time you leave the house. Have a great day. You look like a purse.