Carla: So, Mitchell, I guess I was just hoping that you would help us out with this patient, Mrs. Farr.
Mitchell: Carla, love to, really, but, uh, it's already six and it's my son's birthday tonight.
Carla: How old is he?
Mitchell: He's ten.
Carla: And how long ago was that night that you told me you were single and you took me dancing?
Mitchell: Eight years. I'll see you in the patient's room.