The Dentist 2 Page #2

was attending parties|without me in the afternoons

thrown by younger male members|of the foreign diplomatic corp.

Yet, still he remains...

until love returns the soft|whisper of his voice.

Wanting, searching...

that which he has given|without return.

To Paradise.

May we, um... both find here|what we're looking for.

Larry, you okay?

Larry, what's wrong?

I lost a cap.

One of my caps has come loose.

We didn't put that in.

Yes, I know, I'd like the doctor|to re-cement it, please.

Fill this out.

( Phone rings )

( Sound of heart beating )

( Inner voice )|Don't do it.

Don't... don't do it.

Oh, God.

Oh, that's good.

Send in the next patient, please.

Please have a seat.

This won't hurt a bit.

Have you been drilled on before?|Would you like some gas?

Open wide, wider...

You have to stop moving.|If you move, I cannot proceed.

Why are you moving?|Why is everything moving?

Please, sit down. Don't move.|You've got to sit still.

( Phone ringing )

Woman answers:
|Doctor's office.

Hello, Mrs. Anderson.|Appointment for when...

Hey!

What are you doing|with my patient?

Remove this cotton from your|mouth ma'am, so you don't choke.

What's going on here, what... ?

Relax a minute, dear, while I...

Bernice, look after Edna there.

Who the hell do you think you are?

That woman was in|respiratory distress.

Respiratory distress?

So, you're a doctor, that it?

Traveling the country saving poor|souls from respiratory distress?

I am a dentist.

Then you should know better|than to be poking around

in another dentist's business.

You going to wash your hands?|How about some gloves?

Bernice, would you bring|that box of gloves?

I'd appreciate it if you'd sterilize|your instruments one more time.

Anything else, doctor?

Perhaps the equipment|is too old for your liking,

or maybe you miss the music,|is that it?

You like a little elevator|music with your dentistry?

How about some Lysol|in the cabinets?

Sure you want me to put|in your cap?

You're the only game in town.

Yes, I am.

Open up.

This is a country practice, doctor.

Granted, it's plain and simple,

but the folks around here seem|to like it just fine.

So, I'd be obliged, city boy,

if you'd keep your opinions|to yourself

and your fingers out of|my patients' mouths.

( Continues honking )

A**hole.

Cretin.

Burns.

Burns!

( Country music playing )

You incompetent buffoon.

What are you doing here?

Look at this.

What did you use, library paste?

And you call yourself a dentist?

You stay away from me.|Bernice! Bernice!

Oh, Bernice is out to lunch.

In more ways than one.

Drill 'em,|fill 'em, bill 'em...

that's your philosophy, huh?

You know, you and your|ilk, Doctor Burns...

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