Saturday Morning, 8:14 a.m.
Sid: I think I need to go to the hospital.
Mrs: Why, what's wrong?
Sid: I'm exhausted.
Mrs: You don't need to go to the hospital.
Sid: But famous people check into the hospital for exhaustion.
Mrs: You're not famous. Get your ass out of bed.
Three years of medical school and she thinks she knows everything.