The In-Laws Page #4

- There he is! He's inside! Let's move!

- Go!

Get that out!

Some doctors like to operate...

...but I believe in exhausting all

non-surgical techniques first.

This gentleman, however,

will need surgery.

- What?

- I'm sorry. That's my fault.

I should've told you that privately.

It slipped out.

It's not a big deal.

At worst, you'd lose a toe.

- Oh, my God.

- It rarely happens.

All right, gorgeous, you arrange

for the plane. I'll be right back.

Are you sure about this? We've got

the FBI on us like trailer trash on Velveeta.

Yeah. No, I promised Marc.

Besides, I owe the guy an apology.

Okay, guys,

let's try and keep a low profile.

Since we're talking

about the sesamoid bones...

...let's see their role in the deformity

anatomically known as...

...Hallux Abducto Valgus, or what?

The...?

The bunion.

The bunion...

what? What are you doing here?

Listen to you.

You're Mr. Medical Authority.

I asked you on the phone not to come here.

I don't want to see you again.

I just wanted to apologize and make sure

that you don't have any problem with me...

...that would interfere with the wedding.

- There's not gonna be a wedding.

- Would you like us to step outside, sir?

- No, I wouldn't.

Do you know what a remarkable teacher

you have here?

This man was chosen Chicagos Podiatrist

of the Year three years in a row!

So let's give him a hand, huh?

Would you please leave right now?

Five minutes, a cup of coffee.

I just want to iron out a couple of things.

If I give you five minutes,

will you leave me alone forever?

Of course I will.

I need five minutes. All right?

Just relax. I'll be right back.

Thank you.

This is where I work.

I don't bother you when you're

in the bathroom with your hookers.

- What are you talking about?

- Oh, please. Olga, the 20-year-old runaway.

What are you doing?

No more magic tricks! Thank you.

- What happened? What is that?

- You! Freeze!

What?

- What happened?

- I said, freeze!

How'd it go?

Patch things up with the family?

Well, not really.

Come on.

Watch your head, sir.

You took my picture?

Jerome Allen Peyser,

200 Rector Place.

Subject was apprehended in possession

of 9.4 milliliters of fissile nuclear waste.

- Fissile what?

- Yeah, right.

Next you'll tell me

you've never heard of Olga.

The 20-year-old runaway.

Hey, I don't know what that means.

I overheard it!

Listen, I'm a foot doctor.

- I want a name. What's your name?

- Hutchins. Now I get to ask a question.

Where'd you get that canister from,

this man?

That's him!

That's the guy who I got it from!

The homeless guy? Great.

- An arms dealer and a smart-ass.

- Arms dealer?

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