Thirtysomething1987

Dr. Silverman:
So where's my book?

Nancy Krieger Weston:
Elliot?

Elliot Weston:
[blowing into a thermometer as if it were a toy] Oh yeah, sure.

Dr. Silverman:
[prodding at Nancy's incision] Does that hurt?

Nancy Krieger Weston:
Oh! Of course it does! What do you think?

Eleanor Krieger:
[chastising] Nancy!

Dr. Silverman:
So I hear you want to go home, huh?

Nancy Krieger Weston:
[irritable] Who doesn't?

Dr. Silverman:
You look pretty good. Maybe Wednesday or Thursday. We'll talk to Doctor Verney about it.

Nancy Krieger Weston:
Great.

Dr. Silverman:
You got somebody to help you? There's no driving for four weeks post-op.

Nancy Krieger Weston:
[incredulous, rolling her eyes] I can't drive without ovaries?

Dr. Silverman:
[laughing] It's meant to keep you home; make you crazy.

Delivery Lady:
Mrs. Weston?

Elliot Weston:
Yeah, that's us. What is that?

Delivery Lady:
[holding a strange-looking, stuffed bird] Beats me.

Eleanor Krieger:
What is this thing? [taking a candy from the bird and popping it into her mouth] Mmmm, raspberry! Who wants some?

Dr. Silverman:
Ooh, I love raspberry! They have soft centers?

Eleanor Krieger:
[sucking on a candy] Can't tell yet.

Elliot Weston:
[reading the card] Look, it's from David and Lynn!

Dr. Silverman:
[back to Nancy to whom no one has offered a candy] You're not going to do too much when you get home, right?

Elliot Weston:
[before Nancy can answer] Naw, we're not going to allow it, are we Eleanor?

Eleanor Krieger:
Nope. [sucking on the candy some more and scowling] Not soft. Hard.

Dr. Silverman:
[disappointed] Mmph.