Morty

All right, all right, Let's go already. They keep you in here a year. They don't give a damn. I could die in here. . . .(open the door and shouts into the hallway) Excuse me! Excuse me! What's going on? I'm here twenty minutes. Could somebody please help me.

Helen

(enters) Shhh. Quiet! Everyone can hear you.

Morty

Twenty minutes. I've been waiting twenty minutes.

Helen

Well the doctor must be busy.

Morty

Well then what do they make appointments for if they can't keep them. Huh, hha. Look if I did that in my business I wouldn't have made a nickel.