Janitor: Relax people. Remote control. A patient once complained that his room wasn't clean, so I stole the motor from his wheelchair. What are you guys doing?
Howie: I'm using a mint.
Janitor: Those aren't mints. Those are highly concentrated mini urinal cakes. Patent pending.
Howie: They're good.
Janitor: Not a huge selling point for urinal cakes, but thank you. Say, glasses. Who told you you could touch my cart?