Jeff Daniels: Dr. Ross Jennings

Arachnophobia

Dr. Ross Jennings

Delbert McClintock: Spiders would find your barn a tad breazy this time of year. In that respect, spiders are a bit like you and me. No, I frankly doubt there are any spiders in your barn.
Dr. Ross Jennings: Well, I frankly know there is Delbert. I saw a web! There is a web in my barn!
Delbert McClintock: ...A web would indicate an arachnoid presence.

Dr. Ross Jennings: Chris, I'm scared to death.
Collins: Yeah, we all are, but our brains secrete a neurotransmitter that enables us to deal with them.
Dr. Ross Jennings: I don't think I have that particular neurotransmitter.

Dr. Ross Jennings: In my opinion...
Margaret Hollins: In my opinion, Dr. Metcalf isn't aware of the difference between his ass and a hole in the ground

Dr. Ross Jennings: [Dr. Ross Jennings has just informed his wife that Dr. Sam Metcalf has postponed his retirement, and that he is seeing his only patient Tomorrow]
Dr. Ross Jennings: We're gonna be fine, we'll be alright, just like you said.
Molly Jennings: With ONE patient?
Dr. Ross Jennings: Well, I mean, you know? Maybe I'll get lucky and all of her systems will be ravaged by disease. Ya know, kinda like having seven patients in one.
[scene changes to Dr. Jennings surgery where he has just completed his examination of Margaret Hollins]
Dr. Ross Jennings: Fit as a fiddle, not a damn thing wrong with ya.
Margaret Hollins: Dr. Jennings, I'm sorry.
Dr. Ross Jennings: Oh, sorry? What do ya mean you're sorry?
Dr. Ross Jennings: [under his breath] You think I was hoping you were ravaged by disease?

Dr. Ross Jennings: The itsy-bitsy spider crawled up the water spout; down came the rain and washed the spider out.

Molly Jennings: I'm sure you knew exactly what you were doing when you took Margaret off those pills.
Dr. Ross Jennings: Like I knew what I was doing when I chose this town... with the country doctor from hell!

Dr. Ross Jennings: Milt, why don't you cover the living room.
[sighs]
Dr. Ross Jennings: Chris, why don't you check out back. And uh Lloyd, take the kitchen. And I'll just uh, I'll oversee the uh, I'll just coordinate the uh, I'll just stay right here.

Dr. Ross Jennings: Come on, let's go find that spider. And let's find your mom to take care of that spider. Honey, we're in the living room. We need you to kill a spider.

Dr. Ross Jennings: Easy, easy with that. Don't want to agitate the sediments. Chateau Margaux, 127 bucks a bottle.
Mover: Tasty, huh?
Dr. Ross Jennings: At that price, who can afford to drink it?

Dr. Ross Jennings: Respect is fine, but actually I've always wanted to be feared.

Dr. Ross Jennings: [Whilst looking for a spider specimen, one jumps out from behind a painting on the wall] Is that one of them?
Collins: I'd say it's a damn fine suspect!

Dr. Ross Jennings: Hey, what's the coroner doing here?
Sheriff Lloyd Parsons: I don't know. Milt, this isn't necessary.
Milt Briggs: I'll be the judge of that, Lloyd. Wait out here. Guard the house or something.
Sheriff Lloyd Parsons: Guard the house?

Milt Briggs: [overlooking Metcalf's dead body] Was he alive when you got here?
Dr. Ross Jennings: He'd been dead maybe five minutes. Whatever it was, it was abrupt and acute.
Milt Briggs: What's your guess? Massive coronary or cerebral hemorrhage?
Dr. Ross Jennings: His wife says he was bitten by a spider just before he seized.
Milt Briggs: Oh, right. Sam told me about you. You're the hotshot who won't accept anyone else's diagnosis.
Dr. Ross Jennings: I'll accept it if I agree with it.
Milt Briggs: Good.
Dr. Ross Jennings: Let me show you something. Down here.
[He points to Metcalf's toe]
Dr. Ross Jennings: I believe that's a spider bite.
Milt Briggs: I'll buy that, but I rather doubt that's what killed him. In 20 years I've seen only one spider bite fatality, and that involved a black widow and a 1 year old child. Nope. My guess is that Sam overexerted himself. His wife said he was using the treadmill just before he keeled over.
Dr. Ross Jennings: Well, you may be right. I want a full autopsy tissue samples, blood toxicology, The whole 9 yards.
Sheriff Lloyd Parsons: Wait just one second.
Milt Briggs: Shut up Lloyd. You'll get Evelyn's permission, of course. You need a ride home?
Dr. Ross Jennings: No, I'm all right, thanks.
Milt Briggs: You know, you better take care of yourself now. You're the town doctor.

Milt Briggs: Okay, hotshot. Are you sitting down? According to preliminary data, Sam Metcalf died as the result of a minute amount of an as-yet unidentified toxic substance in his bloodstream. My office isn't ruling out accidental poisoning, deliberate poisoning, or even killer spiders. At the moment, it looks like a heart attack to me. But, um, I'll support whatever you'd like to do.
Dr. Ross Jennings: I've gotta have those bodies exhumed, Milt. I gotta be sure.
Milt Briggs: Okay. Whatever you think is necessary.
Dr. Ross Jennings: Thanks.
Sheriff Lloyd Parsons: Are you out of your mind?
Dr. Ross Jennings: Slowly, and once more, Lloyd. I want Margaret Hollins' and Todd Miller's bodies exhumed. Dug up.
Sheriff Lloyd Parsons: Hey, hey. Hey. You start pulling citizens out of the ground that should be enjoying their eternal rest, and that room full of patience you lucked into will disappear...
Dr. Ross Jennings: Lloyd, I'll just get a court order. Milt Briggs is on my side.
Sheriff Lloyd Parsons: This is a very bad business, Mr Yale graduate, big city doctor. A very bad business.
Dr. Ross Jennings: No shit.