Elliot: Now, I suspect you've got pancreatitis, so we're gonna run some LFTs and do an ultrasound, but in the meantime I am going to prescribe you something for your pain.
Mr. Thompson: No, no, no, no, please. Please, don't sweat it. I'm used to the pain. Besides, my mom is bringing by the kids later, and I figure there should be at least one sober adult in the room.
Elliot's eyes widen, but he quickly buffers starts laughing. She joins in.
Mr. Thompson: No, seriously, she's a drunk.
Elliot: Ew, sorry. Heh.
Mr. Thompson starts laughing again. She joins in.
Elliot: Oh, you!
Mr. Thompson: Stop it.