Dr. Kelso: I can't even think straight with this incessant whispering. It's like a Spanish golf tournament in here!
Carla: I'm sorry, Dr. Kelso, but I'm trying to get their lunch orders!
Dr. Kelso: Oh, that reminds me. Hector, Enid made you a prosciutto and mozzarella sandwich, but I... uh... well, there was a misunderstanding and now it's gone.