Elliot: Full moon tonight, guys. Wanna know what that means? Means it's getting fricking crazy up in here! Buckle up for some nasty stuff. I'm talking nightmares that you cannot unsee. During my first full moon shift, psych patient Tony Belmont bit off his own tongue and threw it at me. We couldn't reattach the sucker so I tossed it into that very Hazmat bin. Later that night, we heard a sound coming from in there. So we open up the lid very very slowly. And inside, is Mr. Belmont holding his own tongue. Do you want to know what he said to me? He said...
[Turk jumps out of the bin with blood dripping from his mouth]
Elliot: Nailed it! Give it up!