- Dr. Elliot Axelrod: [as he drops the toilet paper] Uh, a little help please.
- [Westphall picks up the toilet paper. Axelrod sees his shoes. Westphall gives him the toilet paper]
- Dr. Elliot Axelrod: Ugly shoes. Thanks.
- Dr. Donald Westphall: That you, Elliot?
- Dr. Elliot Axelrod: Dr. Westphall, yes sir.
- Dr. Donald Westphall: [At the sink as he is washing his hands] Man with a collie I saw in the elevator today. Your father?
- Dr. Elliot Axelrod: Yes sir, the man that is.
- Dr. Donald Westphall: What's he doing here?
- Dr. Elliot Axelrod: Canine chemotherapy, remember? He discussed it with you.
- Dr. Donald Westphall: Yes, I do, I told him no.
- Dr. Elliot Axelrod: What?
- Dr. Donald Westphall: Now, look, Elliot it's obvious that your father is very fond of that dog, but this hospital's under the gun we can't be treating animals while we're turning people away.
- Dr. Elliot Axelrod: But he told me.
- Dr. Donald Westphall: What really gets to me is you're allowing your father to use these facilities behind my back.
- Dr. Elliot Axelrod: But sir.
- Dr. Donald Westphall: I don't appreciate being ignored, Elliot. Now, you send your father and that dog on their way.
- Dr. Elliot Axelrod: But, sir, if you let me explain, I.
- Dr. Donald Westphall: Elliot.
- Dr. Elliot Axelrod: Yes, I know sir, quit while I'm ahead.
- Dr. Donald Westphall: You're too late.