Rose: OK, let's just fill out these forms. Your name?
Martin: Brother Martin.
Rose: Occupation?
Martin: I'm a monk.
Rose: Oh, good. I almost wrote down "Trekkie." What brings you to the hospital, Brother Martin?
Martin: Well, I don't enjoy talking about it, but I hurt my knee dancing in my room. Excuse me, but do I know you? You look awfully familiar.
Rose: I get that a lot. People say I look like Wilma Flintstone. Not when she was on the air. More the way she looks today.