Erica: Surprise, I'm gonna be a doctor, too.
Barry: What? No, you're not. There's only one Dr. Goldberg in this class and on the planet.
Erica: Oh, you really don't have a grasp of who makes up the medical community. But you should be happy. We're going on this journey together!
Barry: You're not a doctor! At best, you're one of those pharmaceutical reps who pushes allergy meds in a pencil skirt!
Erica: Whatever. This isn't about you anyway. It's about me helping gross, sick people and having a dope-ass beeper.
Barry: But what kind of doctor would you even be?
Erica: Obviously not the kind that deals with your downstairs or backside business. And nothing with the mouth or ears. And, of course, the middle is off the table.
Barry: That's the entire body.
Erica: I didn't rule out shins. I'll be a "shin-ologist." Look at me go.