Elliot: Hey, Lindsay. Oh. Don't worry. He's not allowed to talk.
Lindsay: Is that true?
Elliot: You may nod.
Dr. Cox: [nods and groans]
Elliot: Nuh-uh. Bup-bup. You know, Lindsay, when I was 15, I cut my own bangs. Oh, that's right, Percival, it's a high school hair story. Anyway, Judy Keenan told me that she would also cut her hair off. It was like a suicide pact, only with bangs. I cut off my hair, and of course, she backed out. But even though my bangs looked horrible, I kept them that way, mostly because those stupid bangs were the only thing in my life that I felt I had control over. You know?
Lindsay: I'm so tired of everyone telling me what to do. When to be home, what to wear, when to take my medicine. I mean, I'm the one who's sick, right? I can handle my own life.
Elliot: How about I tell your parents that from now on the prescriptions for your medicine will be given directly to you. You'll be in charge of getting your Dilantin, taking it, everything.
Lindsay: Thank you.
Elliot: Great. [to Dr. Cox] I don't have a ring, but you can kiss my ass.