Johnny. John, Gene has got some qualms about the new proposal. I'd like you to talk to him about it.
No room for qualms, Gene.
No room for qualms.
No qualms.
No, there's just one or two--
Qualms are bad.
No, qualms are bad. Listen to Johnny. Qualms are bad.
I have qualms I'd like to discuss. You know what it is? I'm just afraid that if we let a big company like Calnet take us over, you know, we're not gonna be us anymore. You know? We-we-W?we'd be them.
Let me explain something to you, Gene. Them has the best hospitals, and them has the best laboratories, and them is gonna pay us a very big, giant amount of money.
I swear. I swear to God that when I think about the money, I get teary.
It's huge.
I get all-- Look at me.
You see, those are real tears in his eyes.
So, Saturday morning we're sitting down with the Calnet people. I'll see you all there. I'm very excited about it.
Hey, wait, whoa, whoa. Saturday morning? I'm supposed to take my family to the country this weekend.
Well, don't.
You see, it's happening already.
What?
John, you're being forced to neglect your family.
Gene, relax. No such thing. Mrs O'Brien?
Mrs. O'Brien: Yes.
How are you? Is your tummy still...?
Mrs. O'Brien: Uh-huh.
Oh. Okay, Saturday morning, guys. Gene, no tank tops, please. No tank tops.
Mrs. Parkus.
Yes, Doctor?
Mrs. Parkus. Have you eaten shellfish again?
Just soft-shell crab.
And what's the middle word?
Shell.
Exactly.


