Frankie: Okay, so, they think it's benign positional vertigo.
Pat: Wait, slow down. It's like when I saw Hamilton at Fort Wayne... didn't catch a single word.
Frankie: Oh, I'm sorry. So, they think it's benign... positional...
Pat: Well, you don't have to talk that slow. I understand English. [Frankie sighs] Oh, I'm sorry, honey. Oh, all these darn pills are making me a little crabby.
Frankie: It's totally fine, Mom. Basically, the doctors think it's vertigo, but they want to run some tests to rule other stuff out, so they want to see you again on Friday.
Pat: Oh, no, that won't work. I'm going home tomorrow.
Frankie: What, Mom? No. You're not going anywhere. The doctor said these tests are very important.
Pat: Oh, they don't know.
Frankie: Actually, Mom, they do know.