[Dr. Brown and Ephram start their hike. Dr. Brown stops and looks at the mountains, impressed. He smiles.]
[Cut to Edna at the clinic.]
EDNA: I understand, but the doctor is out. Waaay out! You can keep crying like that till the botox wears off, but it's not gonna bring him back from the woods any sooner! Monday, that's right!
[She hangs up.]
DELIA: I like it when you yell at them.
EDNA: Me too. You holding up alright, Private?
DELIA: I've almost finished my spelling list. Edna? Has anyone ever talked to God?
EDNA: How's that?
DELIA: God. Do people ever talk to him?
EDNA: All the time, I suspect. More so in the South.
DELIA: How do you know when he answers?
EDNA: I guess when you get what you want.
DELIA: But does he ever do anything?
EDNA: How about I just tell you where babies come from?
DELIA: You don't believe in God, either?
EDNA: When I was in Camroon Bay, my second tour, the nasty one, a shell tore through the top of our tent. Landed right between six bunks. We all should've gone up messy right then. But, someone, somewhere, saw fit to make that shell a dud. It just sat there politely un-exploded. Ever since, I figure, I owe Him a lot of favors and me and God, we share a very... comfortable, don't ask/don't tell relationship.
DELIA: So you do believe in Him?
EDNA: Delia, if I take you for ice-cream, would you promise to stop asking questions?
[Delia says nothing.]
EDNA: Offer expires in four seconds. One...
[Delia quickly gets up and rushes for the door.]
EDNA: ...two, three.
[She smiles.]
[Cut to the woods. The song, "Cakewalk Into Town", by Taj Mahal is playing.]
LYRICS: I had the blues, so bad one time. It put my face in a permanent frown. Now I'm feeling so much better I can cakewalk into town.
DR. BROWN: You know, you really ought to drink something.
EPHRAM: I'm fine.
DR. BROWN: You've gotta stay hydrated. You know, it's hard to tell but at this altitude, you can lose water at a rate of at least...
EPHRAM: [interrupting] OK, OK please. Just no stats.
[He drinks.]
DR. BROWN: And zip up your coat.
EPHRAM: I'm not cold.
DR. BROWN: You will be in an hour.
EPHRAM: You know, just for the record, you don't know anything about hiking either.
DR. BROWN: Well, I know you can't drink stream water.
EPHRAM: Everybody knows that.
DR. BROWN: You know why? Giardia lamblia. A protozoan come water-borne cyst with a nasty knack for twisting up the ileum duodena. I also know that young Bambi, here, has four stomachs; rumen, reticulum, omasum and abomasum. You know, I always wanted there to be a fifth called aboabomasum, but there wasn't. Also, deer can run over 35 miles an hour...
EPHRAM: OK, OK you're a neurosurgeon. How do you know all this?
DR. BROWN: I read it in college.
EPHRAM: And what? You remember everything you've ever read?
DR. BROWN: Don't you?
