Vivian: Hello. I'm Vivian Banks. I believe my nephew, Will Smith has been assigned to this room.
Nurse Petty: Smith? Oh, yes. Tonsillectomy, tomorrow morning. All righty. And where is our brave little soldier?
Will: I keep telling you, I ain't sick. I'm not sick.
Vivian: Sweetheart, now you know what Dr. Bennett said. Those tonsils have just got to come out. Now there's no reason to be afraid.
Will: Oh, who are you kidding? Why do you think they wear masks? So they can't be identified. And why do you think they knock you out? So you don't see them drinking margaritas over your open stomach.