And I got help. And she got Lucas, who bought me a ginger ale. It's all fine. Which won't be true of my department unless I can figure out which doctor I'm not hiring.
Yeah, the sort in which your imaginary tryst landed you in a mental hospital.
[SEP] Yeah, the sort in which your imaginary tryst landed you in a mental hospital. [SEP] And I got help. And she got Lucas, who bought me a ginger ale. It's all fine. Which won't be true of my department unless I can figure out which doctor I'm not hiring.