[Dr. Brown pulls into a donut shop called Hattie's.]
[Blackout.]
{COMMERCIAL BREAK}
[Open on the interior of the donut shop. A waiter is mopping the floor as Dr. Brown, Ephram, and Nina enter.]
RICHIE: Oh no, we're closed.
DR. BROWN: Someone's in need of medical attention.
RICHIE: Yeah, we're closed.
EPHRAM: We're not here for crawlers, dude. This woman's about to give birth.
RICHIE: No way. I just mopped.
DR. BROWN: Ephram, give me your shoelace.
EPHRAM: What?
DR. BROWN: SHOELACE, NOW!
[Ephram quickly takes it off.]
DR. BROWN: After that, I want you to go into that kitchen, find a pot, fill it with water and bring it to a boil. And find some scissors and toss them into the pot. If you can't find any scissors, find a knife. Anything with a serrated edge. If they have any aprons, a bakers smock, bring it out. I need some towels, gloves, oven mitts, whatever they've got. Now go.
[Ephram runs into the kitchen.]
RICHIE: Hey, you're not allowed back there.
NINA: Someone should call Sarah.
RITCHIE: Who's Sarah?
DR. BROWN: The baby's mother.
RICHIE: Are you people from around here?
[Dr. Brown gives Richie a look.]
[Cut to Ephram rummaging through the kitchen.]
RICHIE: We could be fined for this. This county has a very strict health code.
EPHRAM: Yeah, I noticed. How long have you been using ants as chocolate sprinkles? Where are the knives?
RICHIE: Ah, all we have are spatulas.
[Ephram goes over to the sink and grabs a whisk.]
EPHRAM: What about this? This work?
RICHIE: Yeah. If you're making a custard.
DR. BROWN: [off screen] EPHRAM! WHERE ARE THOSE TOWELS?
[Ephram grabs as many as he can hold. Then he heads to the door but stops when he sees Nina.]
EPHRAM: Get me another pot.
RITCHIE: What size?
EPHRAM: Big enough for me to barf in.
[Cut to Mama Joy's diner. Edna and Irv are playing Monopoly at one of the tables. Edna is winning.]
EDNA: Ouch. Back on the boardwalk. Oh I'd feel sorry for you, sweetheart, but I enjoy winning too much.
IRV: Well, I have nothing left to mortgage, you've wiped me out.
EDNA: Well, in that case, you owe me another side of fries.
IRV: Forget it, you cheat.
[Edna fumbles.]
IRV: I see you stacking those chance cards. Your hands aren't as quick as they used to be.
EDNA: Wanna start a new game?
[Irv is not having any of it.]
EDNA: Come on honey, I'll let you be the thimble.
AMY: Don't listen to her, Irv. She's a killer.
