Dr. Goodwin: What is going on with you? All day long you've been acting like a pardon my Frencha weirdo. I mean, I love the repeating game more than anybody, but I just don't think it's appropriate for work.
Frankie: [sighs] Okay, look. The truth is... I think this guy is stalking me. I saw him at the power company this morning, and now he's here.
Dr. Goodwin: I had no idea. Thank you for your honesty. Boy, I remember how nervous I was telling my dad, "Dad, I hate dentistry! I want to be a fireman!" But then I didn't pass the fireman test 'cause I had a bad eye. This one's glass. It's not. But I wish it was, then I wouldn't have to be a dentist. [inhales sharply] Hey. Maybe I should just "drop him" from the practice so you don't have to see him again.
Frankie: You know, I think that would be best. We don't need that kind of crazy around here.
Frankie: [v.o.] Well, it's true what they say. He who lies once finds it much easier to lie again. I read that on a poster somewhere probably in Sue's room. You know, I'm starting to understand how Lance Armstrong got in so deep.