A few weeks later Dorian is lying on the couch with a cold compress on her head and a garbage can on the floor next to her. David returns home.
Dorian: David is that you?
David: (entering the room) Yeah, it's me. You don't look so good. Did you eat some bad oysters? I told you to stay away from oysters, and Pine Valley diners but that's another story.
Pours himself a drink.
Dorian: David you know I eat very little sea food and no oysters...oh this ridiculous. I just have the flu.
David: Well do me a favor and stay away till you're better. When I'm sick it's not a pretty sight
Dorian: Thanks for your concern.
David: Hey, you know I want you to get better. Now do you want anything to eat? Cause I'm starved.
Dorian: Can you ever think about anything other than food.
David: (walking to the couch) I think about you.
Dorian: yeah, yeah.
David: What?
Dorian: Nothing.
David: Well I'm still hungry and since I'm nice I'll ask you again. Do you want anything?
Dorian: A Ginger Ale would be lovely.
David: That I can do.
David walks away and Dorian starts to dry gag. David walks back over to her.
David: Hey, are you sure you're okay?
Dorian: No, I'm a doctor and I don't know what's wrong.
David sits down next to her.
David: Baby, you're a doctor, but that doesn't mean you know everything.
Dorian: I know. I think I should go to the hospital. Will you take me.
David: Of course. Come on.