[fantasy:]
Dr. Harding: Confounded! Everywhere I go, I hear the same damn music. That'll be all now, Nurse.
Will: Whoa, wait a minute, man, you ain't no doctor.
Dr. Baylor: No, but I play one on TV.
Will: Yeah, you that dude from the soap opera. Hey, didn't you just die in a car crash?
Dr. Harding: Oh, no, no, no. Right now I'm hanging precariously on the edge of a cliff and I intend to stay there until they put a window in my dressing room. Now, let's get busy with that brain transplant, shall we?
Will: Whoa, whoa, man. I'm just getting my tonsils out.
Dr. Harding: Tonsils don't get ratings, young man. One of us will be right back, right after this commercial.