Dr. Cox: Oh, hey, Bob. I am so sorry to keep you waitin'. I've been dancing as fast as I can up there. But I just need 15 more minutes to see another patient, and we will get out of here.
Dr. Kelso: Ah, take your time. It's already been 10 minutes. What's 15 more?
Dr. Cox: Why don't you just go inside and have yourself a seat?
Dr. Kelso: Oh, a nice warm seat for the old-timer, huh? Gee, thanks. Will there be an afghan? I don't want to get a draft while I'm doing the jumble and clipping articles to send to my grandchildren.
Dr. Cox: I appreciate that you're frustrated not being able to drive, losing your independence. It's gotta be pretty hard on you.
Dr. Kelso: What the hell are you talking about? Look, Perry, just because we had a couple of nice conversations and a few backyard beers last summer, it doesn't mean we're Butch and Sundance, all right. So just forget all this soul mate stuff and just go bring the car around.
Dr. Cox: You know what, Bob? Find your own way home.