- Ed Chigliak: He is a doctor.
- Dr. Joel Fleischman: Oh really? Which kind?
- Ed Chigliak: Witch.
- Dr. Joel Fleischman: Which which?
- Ed Chigliak: Which what?
- Dr. Joel Fleischman: Which doctor?
- Ed Chigliak: Right.
- Chris Stevens: Months later, as I sat in a juvenile detention home rereading those poems that had opened up the artist in me, I was blindsided by the raging fist of my incarcerator, who informed me that Walt Whitman's homoerotic unnatural pornographic sentiments were unacceptable and would not be allowed in an institution dedicated to reforming the ill formed.
- Ruth-Anne: If you are looking for the Whitman, it's on back order for the next three months.
- Dr. Joel Fleischman: You're kidding.
- Ruth-Anne: Nothing like an interesting sex life to get people reading again.
- Ed Chigliak: You look tired.
- Dr. Joel Fleischman: Well, I was up all night trying to think like a shower.
- Ed Chigliak: Maybe you should start with something easier like a sink or a fawcett.