Dr. Katz: [after answering the phone] Who should I say is calling?
Ben Katz: Is that for me?
Dr. Katz: [to Ben] Yeah. It's Cindy from Tele-Purchases.
Ben Katz: Oh, my main squeeze. I love it.
Dr. Katz: [to Cindy] Uh, y-y-yeah, Ben has told me all about you. This is, yeah, I'm, uh...
Ben Katz: Dad, please.
Dr. Katz: ...Dr. Katz, and I'm Ben's, uh... I'm Ben's father.
Ben Katz: [sighs] Oh my God. Gimme the phone, dad.
Dr. Katz: Hey, B-B-Ben...
Ben Katz: Don't embarrass me.
Dr. Katz: ...it's, it's...
Ben Katz: I KNOW who it is!
Dr. Katz: ...It's CINDY, the one you were telling me about.
Ben Katz: Well gimme the phone!
Dr. Katz: Okay, one sec, but just...
[to Cindy]
Dr. Katz: yes, yes, yes. One second, I'll get him.
Ben Katz: [grabs phone] Thanks. Dad, can you, uh...
[clicks mouth]
Ben Katz: gimme, uh...
Dr. Katz: What?
Ben Katz: Can you,
[whistles]
Ben Katz: out, through the revolving door there? Would you mind, dad?
Dr. Katz: I'm just finishing my coffee, so...
Ben Katz: Don't hit your fat ass on the way out, on the door, okay?
Dr. Katz: I'm not listening, Ben, so just go ahead, y'know?
Ben Katz: [whispering] Dad, get out. NOW.
Dr. Katz: [also whispering] Ben, why can't I be in the same room as you?
Ben Katz: 'Cause dad, I'm trying to get a little privacy on the phone.
Dr. Katz: Yeah, but we don't have any secrets from each other, there's nothing you can't say...
Ben Katz: If YOU wanted some privacy, I would leave the room.
Dr. Katz: But there's nothing you can't say...
Ben Katz: I don't wanna have this argument right now, I'll have it with you later! Right now, I wanna talk on the phone!
Dr. Katz: Well, now's when I'm available.
Ben Katz: This is costing SOMEBODY money. So why don't you get out of the room?
Dr. Katz: Why don't you treat your father with a little respect?
Ben Katz: Yeah, use the
[bleep]
Ben Katz: -ing door!
Dr. Katz: Okay, but I don't see why I have to leave the room...
Ben Katz: Dad, would you please-
[to Cindy]
Ben Katz: Cindy, could you hold one second, 'cause I'm just gonna, just gotta...
[to Dr. Katz, whispering]
Ben Katz: Dad, get out. OUT.
Dr. Katz: Okay, I'm-I'm out. This, this, this hurts my feelings, Ben, and we're gonna have to deal with this later.
Ben Katz: Fine, we'll deal with it later.
[seconds later, whispering]
Ben Katz: Dad.
Dr. Katz: [still whispering] What?
Ben Katz: Come back.
Dr. Katz: Why?
Ben Katz: I need your credit card.
