Dr. Cox: What is it Bob?
Dr. Kelso: When the hell did patients stop respecting us? I really tried to help that young woman and she she rolled over me like Enid's wheelchair over Baxter's tail. Enid was recently paralyzed, I haven't told anyone. Anyway, I couldn't handle a patient, so go ahead, take your shots.
Dr. Cox: I want to, Bob. I really do. But my first patient today was a snot-nosed little punk who wouldn't let me give him a rectal exam unless I said pretty please first. And I'm just not big on begging strangers to stick my hand up their butt. Not even in my private time.