Dr. Hendrick: Clearly, I'm pushing some buttons here.
Dr. Cox: You couldn't push my buttons if you tried. In fact, I have no buttons. Please think of me as buttonless, all smooth, like GI Joe's nether regions. And, by the by, this image is brought to you by my son, Jack, who has been yanking the pants off of his toy soldiers and leaving them in provocative positions on my nightstand. It is just disturbing enough so that leaving the house, I'm cranky and less able to suffer fools, which brings me back to you: The fool. I'm done suffering you, so go now. Go. Go, before you can write a book entitled Help! A Large Doctor is Beating My Ass: The Lester Hedrick Story.
Dr. Hendrick: That was a mouthful. Anyway, if you need to talk, just give me a call.
Dr. Cox: He seems strangely impervious to my threats. That annoys me.