: (stab) And THAT's for drinking all my Kanar!
: Okay, gentlemen, which one of you wants to start your physical examination?
: I believe that would be me, Doctor.
: Okay then, but I should warn you, the exam will actually be given by a seven-foot-tall Nausicaan.
: ...I did not!
: Yes you did. I'll have to reprogram the food replicators not to serve...what did the humans call it...three-bean salad?
: No wait, I get it. They traced the call, and it's coming from INSIDE the house?