Bill Lewis: Wow, your neck is thirsty. It's really sopping up all this sunscreen.
Murray: Yeah, spread it around good, like peanut butter.
Beverly: What the hell's going on?
Murray: What? Just doing what you wanted. Sunscreening up.
Beverly: Carvel is down the street. He doesn't need that much goop to go a couple of blocks.
Bill Lewis: All right, go ahead and pop that shirt off. Don't want those rays to get through.
Beverly: No! Don't pop anything off. What the hell is happening?
Beverly: Did you talk to the doctor? What did he say?
Bill Lewis: Well, the general gist is he's got a bad mole, so Mur's gotta go back and have more melon balled out.
Beverly: Wait. You took him to the doctor instead of me?
Bill Lewis: I'm his rock.