♪♪ Alright. Hey, uh, patient is
successfully sedated. [pager beeps] Oh, room 113's having a bad
reaction to his medication. I have to take
care of this. Ooo, Dr. Connor, do
you just want to leave her sitting under anesthesia? Ah, well, it's not like
she's going anywhere. She can hang tight for a
second and I'll be back soon. Okay. <i> Excu' me!</i> Both:Whoaaah! [sigh] Star Feraldo, in't
no regular patient. Do I look like a
portly 45 yea' old, havin' triple-bypass surgery? Ah, na! I don't just hang tight, okay? I only stay
where the action is. I thought you said
she was sedated. She was! I don't know what happened. Okay, maybe
we should just.. Yeah, lay her down again? [snort] Ah, na! Who tryin' to touch Star? I ain't no Scraggly Ann doll
you can touch and poke and draw little
eyelashes on 'cause she look too anfrogynous. I don't do touchin'. [swallows] Mm. <i> Is your air-constition</i> turned o
'cause I seem to be perspirin'. Oo, this room is warm. <i> Whew.</i> How did you? <i> Can I get a beverage,</i>
my sarcophagus, is a bit scratchy. We have ice chips. Oh, ah, na. Is ice chips a beverage,
I never heard of before, because it sounds a lot
like somethin' I had once that was frozen and
required my jaw to move up and down
in order to swallow it. You're not supposed to have
anything in your stomach during your operation. Oh, I hear you
Mr. Tacky Scrubs. Hey! But the last thing I ate was
a potato and leesk soup from a roadside Denny's
over twelve hours ago. So either you boost my
blood sugar or I get in a crinoline rush that only
mom's of endangered babies can handle and go car-liftin'
crazy on your red fish, blue fish self. Oh, okay, okay,
what do you want? Mello Yello in a
champagne flute. <i> I don't have time for this,</i>
another patient needs me. If you don't want Star here,
Star don't hadda be here. Star could be
shopping for Reboks with Rihanna's
cross-fit trainer. You go get her the drink,
and I will sedate her myself. I need to see your ID so I
can sedate you for surgery. Mr. Mrs. Doctor, you
ever play Observation? What? Little man with a clown nose and
and an unflattering butt cut. Why don't we play
a round right now. Try to touch me, go on, try. I don't want to. I said try it. AH, NA! I DON'T DO TOUCHIN'. I'm pretty sure
there is no way to remove your appendix
without touching you. Well, then we gonna hadda
get another appendix doctor in here. Like Dr. Oz, he
dreamy and informative. Enough. Okay. I have to go help a
patient who's going into anaphylactic shock and
you are clearly doing fine, so let's just put
this surgery on hold and we'll see you
tomorrow morning. Hey! [finger snapping] [spraying] I'm sorry, I seem to have
slipped into a state of incontinent, what'd you say right there? See you tomorrow morning. [spraying] Dr. Mrs. can I tell you my
pain on a scale of one to ten? Sure. 'Cause I'm feeling a high six
bordering onto AH, NA! I don't do mo'nin's! That's the only time
I have to operate. Oh, I get you Mr. Lady M.D. but I don't- what's this? is this my
heartbreak monitor? Not quite. Look at them waves. They go beeep, beeeep, AH, NA! I DON'T DO MO'NIN'S! If you care about your
internal organs, you will make an exception. Look, the latest I
can get you in is at 11. Ah, na! Ah, na! Ah, na! Now, don't touch me,
Mr. Truffula Trees! Now, you and Dr. Seuss
here better listen up 'cause unless my brain shuts
down and I get artesia, I'm only gonna say this once. When your radio stop playing
Kesha and start playing Two Dudes Talkin'. When a bunch of skinny folks
do an event where they pay money to run around
with little numbers pinned to their shirts, when I am not split
open on this table, like a ballpark polish
with di-john mustard. That's mo'nin', and I checking for concussion, DON'T doing evacuation, DO seeing spots, MO-O-NIN'! What do we do, she
seems pretty worked up. I really do have to go. At this rate, we'll
just keep her overnight and we'll operate tomorrow. What time? [pat, pat] [hard slap] Let's say 6 a.m. [heart monitor beeps] Both:Aaaahhh! ♪ One, two, three, four
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