Dr. Cox: Oh, joy of joys, Mr. Corman, you've joined us yet again. And what imaginary disease is ailing you this time, my good man?
Elliot: This time he thinks he has the Yaba virus.
Mr. Corman: Your hair got longer. And I don't appreciate your tone.
Dr. Cox: Last month you thought you had Familial Mediterranean Fever.
Mr. Corman: I was at my friend Kelly Papadopolous' wedding, okay? I share a glass of ouzo with this guy named Yanos. Twenty minutes later, I ask the guy to pull over because I'm gonna explode in some guy's rose garden. Now what would you think?
Dr. Cox: Same thing I think right now. You got yourself a bad case of the "Wish you were sicks."