Willie Gingrich:
He's gonna give you a shot to help you pass those tests.
Harry Hinkle:
Oh, I'm not gonna take any shots from a waiter!
Willie Gingrich:
What do you mean "waiter?" This is Doc Schindler, from Chicago.
Doc Schindler:
Howdy.
Willie Gingrich:
Those insurance guys think they're such geniuses. What they forget is every time they build a better mousetrap, the mice gets smarter, too.
Harry Hinkle:
You'll be careful, won't you, Doc?
Doc Schindler:
I better be, because I'm on parole.
Harry Hinkle:
Parole?
Doc Schindler:
They caught me tampering with a horse at Arlington Park.
Harry Hinkle:
A veterinary?
Willie Gingrich:
Well actually, he's a dentist.
Doc Schindler:
What do you want?
Willie Gingrich:
Right arm and left leg. Make them good and numb.
Doc Schindler:
Oh, *numb*.
Willie Gingrich:
Sure, we want those nerves blocked!
Doc Schindler:
Oh, then I better use the Novocain, because with this stuff, he'll run the mile in 1:34 flat.
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