(walking into Vicki's office)
Mike: I gotta problem.
Vicki: Yeah? Well if you keep picking it, it's never gonna heal.
Mike: No, this is your kinda problem, and it's gonna hit 11 on the freak dial even by your standards.
Vicki: Really. Well, because you see the last ten hours of my life have been all about my vampire partner having nightmares of burning alive in the sun.
Mike: Yeah, okay, you're still up there.