DOCTOR: Mrs. Dibetto, I need you to sit down.
DIBETTO: Why, what’s the matter?
DOCTOR: I really think you should sit down. I have bad news.
DIBETTO: What is it? What’s the matter with me? Did the test results come back negative?
DOCTOR: I’m afraid they did. It appears that you have…
DIBETTO: What, Doctor? What do I have?
DOCTOR: You have… Damn, I can’t bring myself to say it.
DIBETTO: Doctor, You must be strong! I can handle it. Tell me what is wrong with me!
DOCTOR: You’ve got… You’ve got a very serious disease!
DIBETTO: Oh dear god! What sort of disease? What’s wrong with me?
DOCTOR: Dammit, Lucille — You have Tea Leoni mouth!
[c] 2009 Russ of America
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