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| So where is your grandfather, Mrs. Billings? | |
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| Umm, I've got a little confession, Dr. Kevorkian. I just told you it was my grandfather so you'd come out. It's really my son. | |
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| It's your dime, lady. Just so I get to off someone. | |
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| Right, right...About that, I got a little too enthusiastic and ended up just knifing him in the gut and throwing him in the back alley. | |
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| You mean that alley right there with the ambulance pulling into it? | |
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