Elliot: Lloyd, you're an ambulance driver now?
Lloyd: That's right, bro. Drivin' an amby. E.M.T. Emergency something, something.
Elliot: Coolio? So how does it compare to delivering packages?
[flashback to Lloyd rocking out in the drivers seat as a patient with an injured hand takes the wheel:]
Man: Excuse me!
Lloyd: What is it, bro?
Man: Shouldn't I ride in back with my fingers?
[Lloyd puts the man's good hand back on the steering wheel]
[present:]
Lloyd: Pretty much the same.