Morty Seinfeld: All right, all right, let's go already. [to himself] They keep you in here a year. They don't give a damn. I could die in here. Excuse me! Excuse me! What's going on? I'm here twenty minutes. Could somebody please help me.
Helen Seinfeld: [enters] Shh. Quiet! Everyone can hear you.
Morty Seinfeld: Twenty minutes. I've been waiting twenty minutes.
Helen Seinfeld: Well, the doctor must be busy.
Morty Seinfeld: Well, what do they make appointments for if they can't keep them. Look, if I did that in my business I wouldn't have made a nickel.
Nurse: Hello, Mr. Seinfeld.
Morty Seinfeld: I thought you forgot about me.
Nurse: We didn't forget. [pulls apart blood pressure cuff]
Morty Seinfeld: Ah! It's Velcro. I can't stand Velcro. It's that tearing sound. I used to be in raincoats. I refused to put that in any of my lines.
Nurse: Okay, Mr. Seinfeld, please come this way. We need some X-rays.
Morty Seinfeld: Leave all my stuff here?
Nurse: Leave it.