So where do you know Alan from?
We play tennis together at the club.
Really? The California Racquet Club?
Yes.
That's my club too. I don't remember seeing you there.
Well, I haven't played in a while because of these kidney pains.
Right. Now, how long have you been having these pains, Mr. Barber?
That's Babar.
Two bs?
One. B-A-B-A-R.
That's two.
Yeah, but not right next to each other. I thought that's what you meant.
Isn't there a children's book about an elephant named Babar?
I don't know. I don't have any.
No children?
No, elephant books.
...
You know, it's an odd name, Babar...I don't recall seeing it on the club register.
Well, I don't formally belong. I'm a guest of my aunt.
Your Aunt?
Yes. Mrs. Smith.
June or Margaret?
Uh-huh, right.
...
You know, it's a shame about Ed.
Oh, it was. Yeah, it was really a shame. To go so suddenly like that.
Ahh, he was dying for years.
Sure, but... the end was really... very sudden.
He was in intensive care for eight weeks!
Yeah, but I mean the very end, when he actually died. That was extremely sudden.
...
Drop your shorts and bend over.
No...we don't have to, I mean, maybe I just haven't been doing enough calisthenics...you know, my kidneys feel a lot better now, maybe if I just bent over like this every morning......
[Dolan inserts his finger into Fletch's anus with an audible "pop" sound]
Breathe easy.
Yeah...breathe easy... Ahh!! Using the whole fist, Doc?!
...
[After the proctological exam]
Well, I can't seem to find anything wrong with you, Mr. Babar.
Well, I'm sure it's not for a lack of looking.
