- Margaret Wyborn: Good morning, John!
- Dr. John Becker: Oh, yeah, yeah, it's great! I've got a toilet that won't stop, a car that won't go, neighbors who won't shut the hell up, and a breakfast that won't stay down!
- Margaret Wyborn: [Muttering to herself] Like sands through an hourglass, these are the days of my life.
- Margaret Wyborn: No, John, I'm not doing that; it's lying, and that's wrong!
- Dr. John Becker: Says who?
- Margaret Wyborn: The Lord!
- Dr. John Becker: The Lord? Margaret, this is the Bronx - believe me, he's not here!
- Margaret Wyborn: [Entering Becker's office, as per his instructions] John, you have a call...
- Dr. John Becker: Who is it? I'm kind of in the middle of something.
- Margaret Wyborn: It's that call YOU WERE EXPECTING!
- Dr. John Becker: Well, who is it? Oh, I don't need that call anymore.
- Margaret Wyborn: But it's.. it's...
- Dr. John Becker: Oh, Margaret, just HANDLE it, will you?
- Margaret Wyborn: Fone, I'll tell the county psychiatric hospital you're on your way?
- Dr. John Becker: Linda, what are you doing here?
- Linda: I have to study for my exam, and Chuck said he wouldn't mind if I gave him a manicure.
- Dr. John Becker: Isn't there something else you should be doing?
- Linda: Oh, right, I've got a pedicure in room 2.
- [Exits]
- Chuck: Great, what am I supposed to do with this last pinkie?
- Dr. John Becker: Don't make me answer that...
- Dr. John Becker: Hey, I hate to break up this short bus science fair, but I'm about to read my speech here!