Dr. Bates: [Felix and Oscar are sitting in a psychiatrist's waiting room] Could you make me another cup of coffee? This coffee is too sweet.
Receptionist: Well, I made it the way I always do.
Dr. Bates: I know... but it's too sweet. It's ALWAYS too sweet.
Receptionist: Well, if you don't like the way I make the coffee, why don't you make it yourself?
Dr. Bates: I don't make it myself because it's not my JOB to make it myself. I already have a job.
[Pulls diploma off wall]
Dr. Bates: See? I'm a doctor.
Receptionist: Well, I have a job, too. I have to type.
Dr. Bates: Let me show you what I think of your typing.
[Pulls paper out of typewriter, crumples it]
Receptionist: Let me show YOU what I think of your diploma.
[Takes diploma from doctor, drops it in wastebasket]
Dr. Bates: [Quietly seething] You... walk funny.
Receptionist: YOU... are BALD.
[Doctor feebly strokes bald spot on head a few times, retreats from office, head down]
Receptionist: The doctor will see you now.
[Felix nods to Oscar, they both bolt from office]