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Good job, everyone. We'll get him next time.

- Randy, how's that water heater? - Almost done, doc.

- What's that noise? - Is that my heart?

Virgil:

I think you need a lube job, buddy.

I'd love a lube job, but it's not me.

Good evening.

I hope you don't mind, but I let myself in.

- Virgil Bottoms. - What is that?

Point 6 million dollar man.

"Science probe's" man of the century.

The man who lived forever. Shh!

Oh, please, I'm just a common man.

Dr. Roberts. And I'm honored to meet such a pioneer.

Jesus Christ, look at you.

I just want to take you and bounce you on my knee.

You will do no such thing, you sloppy goop.

Uh, Mr. Bottoms, we've just closed for the day.

No, no, nonsense, Margot Daly, we are more than happy

to help a man of such financial influence.

Me? Oh, oh, no, no.

I don't need any help. I'm the pinnacle of health.

Look at me.

Shit.

No, no, no, no, this is for my daughter,

my youngest, my sweet baby girl, Birdy.

If you help her, I'll pay you double.

And if you fail,

Bruno, show them what you can do.

- God damn it. - Yeah.

So what do you say?

Will you help my sweet baby girl?

We would be more than happy to help your little girl.

Ah, good, good. Birdy, Birdy, come on in.

The good doctor has agreed to help.

Oh, there you are. You must excuse her appearance.

She just came from gymnastics.

Anyway, it's just a phase.

Next thing you know, she'll be begging for a pony.

- Dr. Roberts. How may I help... - She can't talk, you fool.

She's never spoken a day in her life.

Today... you're going to fix that.

Dream Corp LLC.

Wow, the point 6 million dollar man.

- Can you imagine all that money? - No.

Why don't you paint a painting? It'll last longer.

My first commission.

- Congrats, Randy. -

- I'll fetch your easel. - Okay, alright.

Oh. Get your paws off of her, you bearded rube.

Mr. Bottoms, I assure you that your daughter

is in very capable hands here. Ahmed.

Randy: What do you think, 88? Should I do oil or acrylic?

Patient 88: I don't care, Randy.

Hey, what's going on, fellas?

What are we goosing on, eh? Peeping pinups?

Tittering at Tijuana bibles?

- - Y-yeah.

- You, what's your name? - 88.

88? That's a capital name.

Say, how much for that hair of yours,

- you sweet, little angel? - What?

Why, that beautiful mane of yours and that sinewy body.

Christ, you're built like a mexican garter snake.

- Thank you. - We're having fun.

What else? What else?

Are you even old enough to be here?

Shouldn't you be on the boardwalk

shining sailors' shoes like the rest of the other children?

I'm in my mid-30s.

Oh, really? Well, I'm in my mid-130s.

We're pretty much the same age, you and I,

just two common men.

We put our pants on one leg at a time, just like everyone else.

So 88, was it?

- Yeah. - Yeah. Kiss my brain.

- No. - I'll kiss it.

I don't want you to kiss it.

I want the pretty boy to kiss it. You're disgusting.

Go, get away. You kiss my brain.

Kiss it right now. You can do it lightly.

You don't have to french it, boy.

- No. - Kiss it, 88.

- Best to kiss it. - I'm not gonna kiss his brain.

You'll kiss it.

- Kiss it, 88. - Kiss it.

- Kiss it, 88. - Okay, patient 40 is ready.

- She's in REM state. -

Look at this one. All business, huh?

"Patient 40 is ready." Alright, Mrs. Work-work.

- Oh. - It's Margot Daly.

We'll stop goofing around.

We just... we get like this, us fellas.

- Mm-hmm. - Yeah.

When there's no mommy or maid to come break us up,

we... we just spend the day goofing.

You understand?

Do... do... do... do... do women do that?

- Do women goof around at all? - Uh-huh.

Okay, well, then you can understand

when someone kind of comes in and ruins the vibe,

especially when one of them is so close to kissing the brain.

Anyway, uh, Bruno, why don't you guard

Birdy's body while the procedure takes place?

I myself am famished and must feed.

88, you will accompany me, hm?

- I got a lot of work to do here. - Well, I always,

uh, have said that the customer comes first.

I've never heard you say that.

- He's paying double. - What?

He's paying double.

- I can't hear you. - I'm paying double.

Now, come, show me where the cafeteria is.

- Alright, right this way, Virgil. - Oh, goody goody.

Dr. Roberts, it's obvious that Mr. Bottom's

overbearing parenting is the cause of her inability to speak.

She's a grown woman, and he treats her like a child.

He stunted her development.

Rarely are these things so cut and dry, Margot Daly.

Only by peeling back the layers of her subconscious

can we come to such conclusion.

This might take a while.

- Randy! - Roger, Robert.

I am the best, oldest, and wisest protector.

- Worship me. - Aah!

- It's her father. - It's her father.

- What's that organ? - That's a spleen.

Yeah, I-I-I got it from a-a prussian olympian

who was crushed by his own dumbbell. Ouf.

Yes, he lost the gold, but I won the purple.

- -

- I'm hungry. - Yeah, it's just, uh, right up...

right up around the corner.

Oh, 88, I must say that your skin

- is as taut as tallahassee taffy. - Thank you.

You know, I'm actually looking for a patch of fresh meat

to cover up some of these pesky liver spots.

Y-you mind if I, uh, fondle your flanks?

- - No, I don't think so.

Uh, what's... what's in that one?

Oh, that? Yeah, it's a succulent.

- Oh. - Yeah, it was a gift. Some gift.

"Hey, hey, hey, thanks for coming to our wedding.