(after jumping off a building to catch a bee)
Michael: (in pain) Don't worry, the fall was a little rough, but the little bastard's fine.
Dr. Theo: And what little bastard would you be referring to?
Michael: That's funny. You wouldn't happen to have any morphine on you would you? Convenient liquid? Chewable tablet? I'm not fussy.
Michael and Heather: What are you doing here?
Dr. Bing: Who's this, the older brother?
Heather: Come on, Mr. Newman; let's get out of here. This guy's crazy.
Dr. Theo: (over earpiece) Mr. Wiseman, who is that you're talking to?
Heather: Come on Mr. Newman, let's go, my mom's outside. She can give you a ride. (Michael considers escaping) Mr. Newman, come on let's go. If we don't get out of here right now my mom's gonna send in the militia.
(about the bee)
Michael: Oh, talk about a small world.
Dr. Bing: Yo two know each other?
Michael: We took a nasty fall together once.
(Michael smashes the bee)
Dr. Bing: What did you just do?
Michael: It's okay. It was in a lot of discomfort. Have you ever had a transmitter you didn't want inserted into your body? Trust me, this is my area. Besides, it's not like you would have been around to take care of him.