DR. BROWN: Of course. Hello, Amy.
AMY: Hello, Doctor Brown.
[Cut to a close up of Amy's face as the camera slowly zooms in on her.]
AMY: My boyfriend, Colin, is in a stage four coma and I was wondering if you would perhaps consider using your unique and gifted talents in neurosurgery to help awaken him from his severe head trauma... so that I can sleep with him.
DR. BROWN: I'd be glad to!
[Amy gives a satisfied but innocent smile. A glass clinks and the camera cuts to Ephram who is absolutely shocked. We cut back to the same scene again.]
EPHRAM: Ah, Dad, you remember Amy.
DR. BROWN: Hey there, Amy.
AMY: Hi. [to Delia] What's your name?
DELIA: I'm Delia. You're pretty.
[Amy just smiles. Dr. Brown's cellphone goes off and he answers it.]
DR. BROWN: Hello. Hello? This is he.
EPHRAM: [getting up] So... you're a... you're just here with your dad?
[In the background, Dr. Brown is having trouble with his phone.]
DR. BROWN: I'm sorry. I can't hear you.
AMY: [to Ephram] Yeah. How did you know?
[Dr. Brown gets up to find somewhere with better reception.]
DR. BROWN: Oh hi.
EPHRAM: He's... hard to miss.
AMY: Friday nights. Our father daughter nights. We grab a bite to eat, then go home and watch something he's taped off of Turner Classics.
[Dr. Abbott can be seen in the background, hurriedly motioning for Amy to join him.]
EPHRAM: Sounds bitchin'.
AMY: I know it's hard to believe but he can be kind of cool... when no one's looking.
DR. ABBOTT: [in the background] Amy? Hellooo.
AMY: Anyway, I'd better get back before he combusts. Just wanted to say hi.
EPHRAM: See ya.
AMY: Yeah.
[She rejoins her father as Ephram sits back down at his table.]
DELIA: Is she your girlfriend?
EPHRAM: No.
DELIA: But you want her to be.
EPHRAM: You're about this close to knowing pain you've never known before.
[Dr. Brown ends his conversation and sits back down.]
DR. BROWN: That was my patient from the other night. I've gotta get back over there. It's an emergency.
EPHRAM: We've just ordered.
DR. BROWN: I should be back by the time you've finished, OK? Look, I'll tell you what. Here's some money for dinner. And you can use my phone to call a cab.
[Ephram doesn't look impressed.]
DR. BROWN: Can you do that, Ephram?
EPHRAM: Sure thing, Pops.
DR. BROWN: Look, I'm sorry guys. I'll make it up to you. I-I promise. I won't cook dinner for a whole week!
[Dr. Brown leaves Ephram and Delia sitting at their table.]
[Cut to later outside the restaurant. Ephram is on the cell phone.]
