— Listen, before I do anything, I need to know what state you're in.
— Well, you're a doctor. Examine me.
— No, I need a second opinion.
— John, calm down. When have you ever managed two opinions? You'd fall over.
— I need to know one person who, unlike me, learnt to see through your bullshit long ago.
— Who's that, then? I'm sure I would have noticed.
— The last person you'd think of. I want you to be examined by Molly Hooper. Do you hear me? I said Molly Hooper.
— You're really not gonna like this.
— Like what?
{Doorbell rings}