Dr. Goodwin: Hey! Who is ready for an eight-hour lecture on polymers? I'll give you hint... It's me!
Frankie: Yeah. Can't wait.
Dr. Goodwin: Uh, so, Mike, uh, how's things at the quarry? A little rocky? [laughs] Kidding. Uh, anyhoo, do you guys have seminars, too? [leans in close and looks at Mike's face]
Mike: No. Not really. The job's pretty much the job.
Dr. Goodwin: Mm-hmm. Well, uh, what do you have then? And feel free to go into detail. [leans in closer]
Mike: Drive safe. [walks off]
Frankie: You were looking on the wrong side. I told you, the pain is on his left side.
Dr. Goodwin: Frankie, this is cuckoo. [sighs] I need my chair and my light and my spit sucker.
Frankie: His tooth is killing him, but I haven't been able to get him to a dentist in years, so I am sorry, but if you want to diagnose him, you got to do it here. Now get in there.