Ghost Town Page #2

It was like a terrorist attack down there

in the darkness and the chaos,

the running and the screaming, okay?

- Fine with me.

- Good.

Gross invasion of my privacy, this.

Wait till they get you in the back.

- Good morning, Dr. Pincus.

- Hi.

Don't anticipate any difficulties today.

We'll have you up

and on your feet in no time.

- Okay.

- Quick question.

I notice you requested

a general anesthetic.

It's not really typical

for this type of procedure.

- It's not necessary and we normally...

- Sorry.

I have no intention of being around

when they go where they're going.

When does the surgeon arrive?

I'm the surgeon.

- Really?

- Yeah.

- Why do you look that tan?

- Thanks for noticing.

I got a spray tan

on my way to work today.

- Looks natural.

- Yes. It's better for you.

It's moisturizing

and it doesn't cause UV damage, so...

Yeah.

It has an odd smell.

I can't quite place it.

- I don't know if...

- No, I don't want to smell your fake tan!

- What are you...

- It's like dirt.

But like a garden dirt, like a good dirt.

Not like a garbage dirt.

- You gonna go darker?

- I think I am. I think I'd like to go darker.

It's really gonna make my eyes pop.

You could get your teeth whitened

like I did.

- Yeah, that makes a difference.

- Very nice.

Yeah, I don't like having trays

in my mouth and my teeth are small.

Sorry, you babbling idiots.

Can we talk about my bowels?

Wouldn't that be a good idea?

Looks like the sodium thiopental's

really kicking in, huh?

- Makes people say crazy things.

- I haven't given it to him yet.

- Going in now.

- How old are you?

So are you here on a school field trip?

Not a real people person are you,

Dr. Pincus?

Not really. Given a choice between

a few people and loads of people,

I choose my cat. She hunts dwarves.

She takes them up the tree.

They're still alive.

You can see their little legs going.

Sounds like Norah Jones

when she plays the piano.

Wow, you must be excited

to get home and see your cat.

What cat?

I thought yesterday

you said you had a cat.

I despise cats. What sort of men

waste their affection on a cat? Pathetic.

I had a cat once,

when I was a little girl.

My father, right before he died,

he took me to the shelter and he said,

"Debra, take a look

at all these lonely cats..."

What a wonderful man

he must have been.

Now, listen.

All those people in my room last night,

I thought I was dreaming at first,

but I wasn't.

Who were they?

- I don't know anything about that.

- Right.

- Here you go. Clean bill of health.

- All right, thank you.

Come back soon!

What a terrible thing to say

in a hospital.

Nice.

Fine example for healthcare workers.

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