Dr. Watkins: Excuse me. Would you like a cup of coffee?
Dorothy: Oh, no, thank you.
Dr. Watkins: The vending machine gave me two by mistake. Hospitals. Nothing ever works the way it's supposed to.
Dorothy: Wait a minute. Wait a minute. Just because a hospital vending machine screws up a lousy cup of coffee doesn't mean the hospital did anything wrong. Oh, sure, a mistake like getting two babies mixed up makes the headlines. But the point is, statistics back me up. Hospitals are remarkably efficient institutions. I mean, seriously. How often does a hospital mix up two babies? Have you ever heard of such a thing? Well, have you?
Dr. Watkins: Are you here for the methadone program?
Dorothy: I'm sorry. I'm here for my mother.
Dr. Watkins: Surgery?
Dorothy: No. Blood test. You?
Dr. Watkins: I have someone going into surgery.
Dorothy: I can understand why you'd be a little nervous. You know, no matter how many times you have to go through something like this, I guess you're never really prepared for it. Look at me. My hands are shaking. I'm sweating. My head is spinning. I wish I could be only a little nervous.
P.A.: Dr. Watkins to OR. Dr. Watkins to OR.
Dr. Watkins: Well, that's me. I have to run.