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| Nurse Mary! Are you hurt? You look like you're hoovering up a bucketful of live eels! | |
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| Sob! Oh, Doctor. My injuries are all in my heart-- the kind you suffer in a heated domestic argument. | |
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| Tell ya what. Patient in Room 4 has a hundred pounds of brick-like shit jammed up his ass. Giving him an enema will ease your mind. | |
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| Not to mention his bowels. Chuckle. Sniff. Thanks, Doc! | |
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| Hello, are we ready for our-- GASP! It's YOU! | |
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