Denise: Okay, I'll admit it. Kids are good for something.
[The patient's son has his arm ip the vending machine tray]
Ryan: I can get you the mints, but if you want these chips, I might dislocate my shoulder.
Denise: Chips.
Ryan: Fine. Ah, got 'em.
Denise: Nicely done.
Ryan: With my mom in the hospital all the time, I just figured out how to do this.
Denise: Yeah, I never knew my mom.
Ryan: You gonna cry about it?
Denise: No. [holds out chips] Here you go. [takes them back] Oh! You gonna cry about it?