Mighty Morphin Power Rangers, Season 3

Finster:
Say "Ahh."

Repellator:
Uhhh.

Finster:
Again.

Repellator:
Uhh.

Finster:
And keep your eyes open - all three of them. Alright now, uh, cough for me.

[Repellator coughs pathetically.]

Finster:
Eww, don't you ever brush?

Repellator:
Monsters aren't supposed to.

Finster:
It's just as I thought, you've caught a nasty Earth virus.

Repellator:
What should I do?

Finster:
Well, you'll have to stay in bed for seven to ten nights, and drink plenty of fluids.

Repellator:
I can't! Rita and Lord Zedd are already mad at me. I have to go conquer the Power Rangers! Isn't there a pill I could take?

Finster:
I suppose I could give you something to make you feel a bit better, yes. But you will never get well if you don't stay in bed.

Repellator:
Yeah, yeah, yeah, okay. As soon as this job is over.

[Finster pulls out a huge needle.]

Repellator:
Hey, wait a minute! Whaddya think you're doing with that thing?!

Finster:
You're not afraid of a little needle, now are you?

Repellator:
W-w-well, no, but, but isn't there another way?

Finster:
Well... let me think. Actually, I suppose you could take these instead.

[Finster turns to a jar labelled "Finster's Tummy Tabs."]

Repellator:
Yes! Yeah! I'll take the pills!

Finster:
Take two now and two before you go to bed. I'd better warn you, they don't taste very good. Open wide!