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Gus, I woke up this morning and my throat really, really hurts.
And, um, I mean a real doctor, not one of those pimps like Dr. Detroit.
I think you're just...
Oh, life is fair!
I'm here because, well, I want you to know that I'm sorry for all the minor inconveniences that I may have caused you.
I can't talk.
Isolated from the rest of the world like a free-floating blob of cellulite cast adrift in a sea of cotton candy soaked in dog saliva.
or a street mime.
Geez, I wish.
Life is wonderful!
I might as well be a bird.
What's he trying to tell us?
Okay.
The most beautiful sight in the whole world.
I might have to have my tonsils out too.
Those heartless bastards.
Oh?
Mom, Dad, what would you do if I was no longer around?
Oh, yeah?
Especially when I go like this.
Well, no surgery is 100% safe.
Get out, Sharon!
Well, oh, as usual, I'm here to entertain you in your time of need.
What's going on?
Does that bother you?
If I can't do that anymore, I want you two to pull the plug.
Would you shut the hell up and get out?
Kids.
No, Fred, he wants us to leave.
Well, then just give me a pillow.