Mike: [answers phone] Hello?
Dr. Goodwin: Are you alone?
Mike: Yes.
Dr. Goodwin: Good. So, I did what you said. When Frankie asked how it went, I said, "Fine."
Mike: Great.
Dr. Goodwin: Wait. There's more. I said you had mesial distal occlusal with a slight pulp horn exposure. You got that? Mesial distal occlusal with a slight pulp horn exposure.
Mike: Or you could have just said you took care of it, and we're done.
Dr. Goodwin: I wish you would have told me that before, 'cause I said you need to come in for a follow-up appointment.
Mike: Why'd you tell her that?
Dr. Goodwin: Because you had a mesial distal occlusal with a slight pulp horn exposure!
Mike: I didn't!
Dr. Goodwin: Listen, if we're gonna get away with this, we got to get our story straight. This thing lives or dies in the details. Now, Frankie's coming home with the appointment card. Just act casual. This conversation never happened.

Dr. Goodwin: Mike!
Mike: What are you doing?!
Dr. Goodwin: Listen, I realized when we left the office to go get a beer, we were on the security cam.
Mike: So?
Dr. Goodwin: So if Frankie sees the tape, she'll know that we left early, and I wouldn't have had time to do a mesial distal occlusal with slight pulp horn exposure.
Mike: Look, you're way overthinking this. Why would Frankie ever look at the security tape?
Dr. Goodwin: Doesn't matter. I got ahead of this. I told Frankie you and I went outside because there were miscreants in the parking lot. We wanted to see what they were up to. They ran away, but they'd broken into my car and stole my coat. That's why I'm not wearing one now. By the way, I donated it to charity so I wouldn't mess up and wear it to work.
Mike: Wait. If Frankie was looking at the security tape, wouldn't she wonder why we didn't go back in and finish the procedure?
Dr. Goodwin: Ah, ding-dangit! You're right. [inhales sharply] Okay! We can tell her we came in the side door, because the miscreants might still be out there. Okay, so, what's our next move?
Mike: My next move is going in the house.
Dr. Goodwin: Good idea. Act normal.

Frankie: Thanks again for the ride. It won't be for much longer. Axl's buying a car.
Dr. Goodwin: Oh, I enjoy the company. But can you do me a favor and ask Treeva to stop going through people's lunch in the fridge? With this whole #MeToo movement, I'm too nervous I'll say something wrong.
Frankie: Sorry, but I can't get up in anybody's grill today. I have to ask people to buy peanut brittle for Brick's class.
Dr. Goodwin: Ooh! I'll take some!
Frankie: You will? Thank you. How much do you want?
Dr. Goodwin: How much you got?
Frankie: Well, he's supposed to sell 25 boxes.
Dr. Goodwin: Sold!
Frankie: What? No, you don't have to buy all 25.
Dr. Goodwin: I want to. We're friends. I mean platonic friends. My eyes are on the road, and I don't notice that you smell like honeysuckle.

Frankie: Okay. The 7/11 may not work anymore as a pick-up spot. Apparently, you are not allowed to refill your coffee cup with Slurpee. [slurps]
Dr. Goodwin: Oh. Oh, you don't have the peanut brittle with you?
Frankie: What? Oh, no, Brick has to order it.
Dr. Goodwin: Oh. You didn't say that. Kind of had my hopes up for some peanut brittle.
Frankie: [slurps] Really? Oh, I thought you were just being nice.
Dr. Goodwin: No, no. I'm Southern... I love peanut brittle, and thought I was gonna get some today. [chuckles] So, when's it coming in?
Frankie: [slurps] I don't know.
Dr. Goodwin: Can you call Brick and find out?
Frankie: Yeah, sure. Yeah. [slurps]
Dr. Goodwin: I mean, now.

Dr. Goodwin: [breaks squeal] Frankie, are we gonna talk about the elephant in this car?
Frankie: Huh?
Dr. Goodwin: The peanut brittle. Where is it?
Frankie: [laughs] Seriously? Um, I... I don't know.
Dr. Goodwin: Um, you don't know? Well, where I come from, when money is exchanged for goods and services, said goods and services are rendered. I'm sorry. I don't think I can drive you to work anymore. In fact, I have half a mind to make you walk.
Frankie: What?
Dr. Goodwin: But I am too much of a gentleman. [gets out of the car] Park it in spot 17. And take care of her. She's my baby.
Frankie: What... [Frankie drives alongside Dr. Goodwin as he walks] Dr. Goodwin, isn't this kind of...
Dr. Goodwin: Had to do it, Frankie. Tough love.

Frankie: So, it's in Axl's room.
Brick: Axl's room? Really?
Frankie: Not the time, Brick. Okay, we need a plan.
Axl: We can throw something hard at it. Have you baked anything lately?
Dr. Goodwin: Stand back! Where I'm from, we know how to do two things... make cocktails and get rid of a bat. Step aside. Now, I'm gonna go in there. No matter what I say, no matter what you hear, do not open this door. [bat squeaking] [o.s.] Oh, Lord! Go back to Hell, where you came from! [glass objects, breaking]
Frankie: What do we do?
Brick: Well, he did say not to open the door no matter what.
Dr. Goodwin: [o.s.] I don't want to die in this room! Tell my mom I love her! [opens door] It's done. [bat squeaking] [all scream]

Frankie: Hey, thanks for trying to help. I'm sorry I yelled at you.
Dr. Goodwin: [chuckles] No, you were right. I was acting a little crazy. I think I just wanted that peanut brittle 'cause it reminded me of home. But you know what? Tonight kind of reminded me of home... chasing a bat, sitting on the front lawn with good friends. The only thing missing was... Well, you know...
Frankie: Don't worry, we'll get you that peanut brittle.
Dr. Goodwin: Damn right you will.

Dr. Goodwin: And don't worry, Mike. I promise, I'll be gentle. Look at these little woman hands. When I hold hands with a girl, sometimes I can't tell who's who. [chuckles]

Dr. Goodwin: Ah, hi. Frankie Heck. I am Ted. Doctor. Dr. Ted Goodwin, DDS, from ICD - Iowa College of Dentistry. Go, Hawks! I hated school.
Frankie: Hi. Frankie Heck.
Dr. Goodwin: I am sorry about this mess. I gotta get around to writing on these someday. But I cannot find a pen. Uh, and after a while, you just get tired of writing, "Plaque. Plaque. Plaque." You know? [both laugh] Orson has an intense plaque problem. But I'm not one to speak out of school.

Frankie: Dr. Goodwin. Hey.
Dr. Goodwin: Happy turkey day! Gobble! Gobble! Gobble! Uh, I couldn't remember whether you wanted me to bring something when you invited me.
Frankie: [v.o.] That's funny, 'cause I couldn't remember inviting him.
Dr. Goodwin: Oh, am I late?
Frankie: No, we were just waiting for you so we could get started. We haven't started yet. [quietly] Stop it. Stop eating right now. [normal voice] So, this is my husband, Mike, my parents, Tag and Pat, and my kids, Axl, Sue, and Brick. This is Dr. Goodwin, my boss.
Pat: Oh. Hi, hi.
Mike: Hi.
Dr. Goodwin: Hi, there, everyone. Frankie's told me so much about you. I-I feel like I know you all. [to Pat and Tag] Except for you two. You two are complete strangers.