Jake: Still feeling a little foggy in there?
Greenlee: I mean, why are you being so nice to me?
Jake: I didn't realize I was. Guess I'm just a sucker. What can I say?
Greenlee: For who? Me?
Jake: Gee, you are feeling bad. I think I might have to keep you here for a whole week.
Greenlee: No! No, Jake, I'll die.
Jake: Ok, all right. Listen, I have a question for you. Do you remember when you got hit in the face by that basketball?
Greenlee: Oh. That again? Is my face swollen?
Jake: No, not yet. I'll ask you one more time. Do you remember when you got hit in the face with a basketball?
Greenlee: I remember smashing the ball against the wall because I was hopping mad. I should have known better because last time I was near a basketball, I got hit in the head with some player's size-14 foot. You don't want to know. I was with Ryan. I was trying to impress him. It wasn't pretty. Neither was I for, like, a week. My face looked like a road map.
Jake: Well, you're the one who's into all this holistic stuff. Maybe that should tell you a little something about karma and all that stuff.
Greenlee: What are you talking about, Jake? You're making my brain hurt.
Jake: Oh. Sorry -- didn't realize you were trying to think.
Greenlee: If I had a basketball, I wouldn't be the only one with a concussion. Oh.
Jake: Relax.
Greenlee: My head really does hurt.
Jake: Well, that's normal, considering what all you've been through. So, how old were you when you had your tonsils taken out?
Greenlee: What?
Jake: Yeah.
Greenlee: Are you kidding?
Jake: No.
Greenlee: I was 6. Am I having tonsil complications?
Jake: No, no. Your tonsils are fine.
Greenlee: Then how did you know that I had them out? Were you sticking one of those things down my throat when I was out of it? Oh!
Jake: You told me.
Greenlee: When?
Jake: When you were drifting in and out of your consciousness, you told me.
Greenlee: What else did I say?
Jake: Well -- no, I'm kidding. Nothing embarrassing.
Greenlee: Are you sure?
Jake: I'm positive.
Greenlee: Gosh, my subconscious must have known I was in the hospital or something.
Jake: So it must have been a pretty bad experience, this tonsil little thing.
Greenlee: I was petrified.
Jake: Your parents there?
Greenlee: You kidding? My grandmother Millie was. She was nice enough, but s was very old-school. I wasn't allowed to cry or embarrass her.
Jake: She's not even your mother.
Greenlee: Well, my parents were on safari in Africa or shopping in Milan or who knows what. All I know is that I was sick and I was scared and they were on some other continent somewhere.
Jake: That's a pretty traumatic thing for a 6-year-old to go through.
Greenlee: It was. I was sick, and I was alone, and -- and I wanted my Mommy and Daddy, and they weren't there for me.
Roger: I'm here now.
(Roger came to suck up to Greenlee, but read what he says to Jake)
Outside hospital room:
Jake: I just thought you wanted to know, sir, we've run a number of tests on your daughter and everything has come back --
Roger: Typical, isn't it, this kind of prank?
Jake: Excuse me?
Roger: She's lying in there perfectly healthy, and I'm called out of a crucial business negotiation to hold her hand? I could have lost a fortune on this deal.