Benton
Hey, how are you feeling?
Benton
Yeah? You know, I saw your MRI. Looks like you're recovering just fine.
Yeah, I should be able to get rid of these things in about a week or two.
Benton
Carter, take your time. Don't push it, alright?
Well, it looks like a P to me. Bisoprolol.
Benton
It's a C. Why would I order a beta-blocker for constipation?
Well, I-I can see how the pharmacy could have read it wrong, but, they really should have called.
Sure. Blame them, you coward.
It could have been read both ways.
Hey, you, come here. I need an impartial observer.
Benton
Oh, come on, that's a fax copy. You can't even...
Quiet, Peter! Is that a C or a P?
Someone else who can't read it.
Benton
I prescribed bisacodyl. That's what I ordered. That's what I wrote.
Then why is this patient currently undergoing an angioplasty for a life-threatening myocardial infarction?
Benton
You heard me say bisacodyl?
Did you even bother to read the pharmacy label before you handed it out?
There was a trauma coming in.
Oh! Oh, a trauma came in. Oh, well, that makes everything okay. When traumas come in we can just hand out whatever meds happen to be laying around.
Carter! What does this have to do with you? Nothing. So shut up.
The growing level of incompetence around here is frightening. It's a wonder we haven't been shut down.
It was an honest mistake.
No, it was tag-team negligence. Okay, you are both prohibited from writing prescriptions until further notice.
How are we supposed to treat the patients?
I'm sure Dr. Carter or one of the other colleagues will be happy to write them for you.
Benton
How long?
Until your penmanship approves and until you learn how to read.
[Carter pretends to shiver]
Benton
Thank you, Carter. Thank you, Carter.
[Carter walks out]
Benton
So you just gave him a bottle of pills without even looking at it?
Peter, what you wrote wasn't legible.
Benton
I shouldn't be writing your scripts anyway.
Benton
He was your patient. You always check the label before you give the drugs. They teach you that on the first day, Cleo.
Benton [to the gunman]: Sir, I'm a doctor, I'm here to help you. Can you talk?
Benton
OK, I'll take that as a yes.
Benton
So, what is my position here?
You have no position here, Peter.
Benton
You're firing me?
No, no, no, no! You fired yourself.
Benton
[after picking up a cloth] Here. [throws it at the fraternity brother] Clean him up.
UPUpsilon Psi Lambda Frat Brother
What?
Benton
You and your friends. You wrote this on him, right?
UPUpsilon Psi Lambda Frat Brother
Yeah, but-but it was just a joke.
Benton
I hope you got a good laugh out of it.
UPUpsilon Psi Lambda Frat Brother
I didn't know this was going to happen.
Benton
You're his big brother. You're supposed to look out for him.
UPUpsilon Psi Lambda Frat Brother
Well, he drank volun...
Benton
[Cutting him off] Shh, shh, shh. Just shut up, alright? Now get over there and you clean him up.
[Carter is waiting for his surgeon to arrive]
Does anybody know when he's coming? How about a rough estimate? More than a minute, less than a hockey season? More than an hour, but less than the lifespan of a giant redwood tree.
Benton
Carter.
I'm so hungry, thirsty. I'm tired. I'm cold. My arm just fell asleep.
Benton
Stop being a baby.
Plus I feel like I'm hanging out of this thing. Can someone cover up my crotch please?