Dr. Kelso: Well, what's with the mouthful of Chicklets, sweetheart?
Carla: Oh, no special reason, sir.
Dr. Kelso: Really? I thought it might be because young Dr. Dorian came to see me with his feathers all up and his voice a-crackin', and told me he was letting Mr. Woodbury go.
Carla: Oh, did he?
Dr. Kelso: Yup. And his knees were knocking so loud, I almost didn't see you standing above him, pulling the strings.