Janitor: Elliot, my neighbor fainted, too. Hey, you want to go clubbing tonight? And I don't mean dancing. I mean going up to the roof and killing rats.
Elliot: Janitor, I thought we were done with this.
Janitor: I know. Thought I'd give it a shot.
Elliot: Just put her back in her room.
Janitor: She's not a patient. I got her at the mall. Better get you back to the food court, huh? Your husband's probably come to by now.