Black Dynamite2009

Black Dynamite:
Breathe deeply, baby. [places stethoscope on Nurse Jenny's chest]

Nurse Jenny:
Daddy, you make my heart beat.

Black Dynamite:
Yeah, Dr. Dynamite can hear that. But I think you're running a temperature. Let me see if I can find a thermometer for you. [unzips pants]

Doctor:
What the-? I told you urine sample, Nurse Jenny.

[Nurse Jenny runs away]

Doctor:
Black Dynamite, I mean, really?

Black Dynamite:
Hey man, you sent her in here with them titties. What did you expect? How's my x-ray.

Doctor:
Well, no fragments. In and out. You're lucky, Black Dynamite. Three inches to the left and we wouldn't even be having this conversation.

Black Dynamite:
Three inches to the right, and it would've missed my black ass.

Doctor:
Well, you need a new line of work. This is the second time this year.

Black Dynamite:
I know, I know.

Doctor:
Why do I bother? There's no helping you.

Black Dynamite:
No, doc, you help me just fine. See you next time.