(Julia goes to see Charlene's doctor.)
Julia: What I'd like to know is, how many more women do you plan to kill before you retire?
Dr. Mitchell: I beg your pardon?
Julia: You see, I've done a little checking on you, Dr. Mitchell, and I've discovered that Charlene is not the first woman you've told to wait. You said the same thing to another close friend of mine, only at that time I didn't know that you were her physician. Well, she trusted you. She waited four months before her breasts had become so misshapen she had to come back, but by then it was too late.
Dr. Mitchell: Ms. Sugarbaker, I don't think I'd like to discuss with you medical judgments which you know nothing about.
Julia: Medical jargon doesn't impress me. I was brought up in a medical family, and my grandfather always said 80% was common sense. There's nothing mysterious about having a lump in your breast. It's simple, when you find one you have it x-rayed or biopsied. I know that. Most physicians know that. What I don't understand is, why don't you know that?
Dr. Mitchell: Well, it's obvious to me that you are an emotional and overwrought woman.
Julia: Not emotional, Doctor, I'm just plain mad. Which is why I'm filing charges against you with the state medical board and the AMA.
Dr. Mitchell: Well, if you'd like to make a fool of yourself, be my guest, but I can assure you you're in no way qualified to make these judgments. I think this meeting is over.
Julia: I think so too, but as for qualified, neither are you. You don't depend on medicine. Your weapon is intimidation. You're a seemingly kind, benevolent authority figure who tells women to let you do their worrying for them. Well there's just one thing wrong with that, Dr. Mitchell; you don't have to do that dying.