Clerk: Here's that map you asked for, ma'am. Mildred: Thank you. Clerk: May I ask why you're headed to Lucia? Mildred: That seems like a rather personal question now, doesn't it? Clerk: Sorry. Mildred: Clearly, your tumescence has distracted you, sir. I recall asking for today's local paper. Clerk: Oh, sorry. Here you go. Yeah, it's big news around here. Everybody's up in arms. A fella cuts up a bunch of priests and they ship him up to Lucia. Hey, that's where you're headed. You're not some sort of journalist, or something, are you? Mildred: You should bathe more often. Your finger nails are filthy.
Hanover: I apologize for the mix-up. If I'm being honest, I don't recall consenting to any sort of an interview. Mildred: That's quite alright, doctor. With a nursing staff as unexceptional as the one you have, certain clerical errors are bound to happen.