Jake: Greenlee, get up. Come on, knock it off. No, it's fine, it's fine, thank you. She's fine. Listen, what do you think, I'm going to fall for this? You take one acting class in college, you know how to do the dead weight thing, you think I'm going to buy it? Hello. Fine, fine. Just get -- gosh. You are -- Greenlee.
Tina: Jake?
Jake: You know, if you can just open your eyes, you're going to see --
Tina: I had to park the car.
Jake: How unimpressed I am --
Tina: Is she all right?
Jake: What? Did you bring her here?
Tina: Oh, no. Did she pass out again?
Jake: "Again"? What happened?
Tina: Well, she got so angry when you left the center, she hurled this basketball at the wall, and it bounced back and hit her right in the head. She hit the ground really hard.
Jake: Was she knocked unconscious?
Tina: Yeah, for a few minutes, and then I got her up and I got her in the car and I brought her over here.
Jake: Greenlee? Greenlee? Greenlee, wake up. It's me, Jake. Greenlee?
Jake: Greenlee? Greenlee. It's Jake. You're here in the hospital in the ER. Can you hear me?
Tina: Is she going to be ok?
Jake: Well, I think so.
[Greenlee moans]
Jake: Hey, you're a little sleepy, huh?
Greenlee: My quilt --
Tina: Oh, no.
Greenlee: With the poodles. Poodle-Dee and Poodle-Dum.
Tina: Jake?
Jake: Greenlee, do you remember what happened to do and why you're here? Do you know why you're here?
Greenlee: I brushed my teeth, Millie.
Tina: Millie?
Greenlee: Did Daddy call, Millie?
Jake: Ok, Greenlee, Greenlee, listen. You need to stay awake, ok? Can you hear me?
Tina: Do you think she has a concussion?
Jake: Well, she might have. I need to keep her awake. Greenlee, you're in the hospital. Can you hear me?
Greenlee: No! No, I want to keep my tonsils. Daddy said I could last time I was home.
Jake: Ok, Greenlee, you are not here to take your tonsils out.
Greenlee: Good.
Jake: Ok. You were hit in the head with a basketball. You might have a concussion.
Greenlee: Millie's not my Mommy. She can't make me stay here.
Jake: Ok, all right, that's it.
Tina: What are you going to do?
Jake: I'm going to have to get her a Cat scan.
Tina: Ok.
Jake: Listen, I need you to go to the nurses' station and tell them that I asked you to get her father's phone number. It's in the file.
Tina: Ok.
Jake: All right, it's from the last time she was here, ok?
Tina: Ok, do you want me to call him?
Jake: Yeah, please, please. You can use my office. Will you catch that door for me, nurse, please?
[Greenlee groans]
Jake: Thank you.
Greenlee: I want my own bed!
Jake: All right.
Greenlee: Millie, don't make me stay here!
Jake: Got some good news here. Cat scan's clear.
Greenlee: Oh, excellent. I so want out of here. The color scheme in here is nauseating.
Jake: Well, you're just going to have to put up with the old hospital decor for one night.
Greenlee: Yeah, right.
Jake: Greenlee, you blacked out twice. You were hit in the face with a basketball.
Greenlee: Did you have to bring that up again?
Jake: Hey, I just wanted to keep an eye on you. It's nothing major.
Greenlee: It is to me. Oh. Maybe five more minutes.
Jake: Yeah, you're staying.
Greenlee: I hate hospitals, Jake.
Jake: Oh, yeah? Well, gee, that's new because you've always liked the hospital when you needed one for one of your sympathy ploys.
Greenlee: Is this payback for that one teensy, tiny error in judgment?
Jake: No. But you're still staying.
Greenlee: I can't.
Jake: Why not?
Greenlee: I won't sleep. Not in this sorry excuse for a gown. And I don't like the hospital staff, either. The nurses sneer at me.
Jake: Hmm. Well, I tell you what. I'm going to stay with you for a while, and then I'm going to turn you over to the hands of the snickering nurses' staff. How about that?
Greenlee: What do you mean, you're going to stay with me?
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