Dr. Cox: Let's begin with some Q and A. You, seat filler, tell me the thickest layers in the walls of veins.
Lucy: Uh...
Dr. Cox: Thank you for getting us off to that rousing start. Who's next? Ah. Pin-up girl avoiding eye contact? Ugly Don Cheadle? What about you, legacy? Got anything?
Cole: Well, uh, you see-
Dr. Cox: No, curiously, I don't see.
Lucy: When Dr. Cox gets like this, It feels a lot like second grade gym class.
[fantasy: everyone is wearing gym uniforms as Dr. Cox holds a bunch of dodgeballs:]
Dr. Cox: All right, you hairless babies. Show some sack and pick up a ball. Who wants it? You? Huh? You? You! You're out! Watch out! Watch out! You!
Maya: Not in the face!
Dr. Cox: Sure, in the face! Take it! Anybody else? Oh, thank you, muffin.
[As Dr. Cox throws a dodgeball right towards Lucy, Drew calmly catches it and tosses it back]
[reality:]
Drew: The thickest layers of the walls of the veins are the tunica externa.
Dr. Cox: Correct. Everyone else, stare into my eyes so I can clock the very instant when you first realized that you're not going to make it. Here we go. Thank you. That was lovely.