Hey, Larry, do you still have that tickling in your anus? I cannot get you an appointment for two weeks.
What?
Are you experiencing discomfort?
What is she talking about? [to secretary] What are you talking about? Where'd you get that from?
It's nothing to joke around about. Who are you trying to make an appointment with?
Rosenberg.
Rosenberg's a good man. I got a better one. Pencil. Call this man: Doctor J. Whitney. My wife's cousin, Kai, she runs the office.
Oh, she does?
She can open all the doors, not just the back one. You know what I mean? Seriously, she can get you in today and you don't have to think about it again. Why not?
That's nice of you but there's really nothing wrong with me. I mean-why not-"I have a tickling in my anus". I don't have a tickle--[to secretary] Are you fucking crazy?! Huh?! Tickle in my anus? Where did that-why'd you say that!? I don't have a tickle! Who said that?!
I gotta go, I gotta go.
Look, I think I gave you the wrong impression. Larry's anus is fine-
Shut the fuck up, okay?! SHUT THE FUCK UP!
