The Dentist Page #5

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I know where you are.

Come on. Come on.

Come on.

Why didn't you answer

when I called you, Sarah?

So sorry, Sarah.

So young.

So innocent.

But still...

Decay is just

knocking at your door.

Open wide, Sarah.

Let me in.

Do you understand...

...that that's the way it is?

Do you?

I'm sorry.

Please.

I won't eat candy.

I'll brush three times a day.

Please.

"Pretty please."

Pretty please, Dr. Feinstone.

Three times a day.

Three times a day.

Three times a day?

- No Candy.

- Three times a day.

Three times a day.

No candy.

It's okay.

It's okay.

Just tell me where he is.

You're safe now.

He didn't say where he was going?

Did he say anything at all?

A place, anything?

A good marriage.

A great dentist.

Did he mention a name?

Anybody?

- A respected teacher.

- God, will you shut up?

Don't you get it?

He's a f***ing lunatic!

Did you say teacher?

Did you say teacher?

I really think she

needs some anesthetic.

Pain is an abstract emotion.

It has to be managed, shaped,

disregarded as a distraction.

Continue.

What have we got here?

Oh, a pulsating gum.

A vile and infected

pulsating gum.

Just ready and waiting for lancing.

I want a second opinion.

My second opinion is extract.

- Extract what?

- All of them.

You heard me. Extract.

- I want everybody...

- What is he talking about?

...to extract.

I said extract!

- Oh my God!

- Now!

Extract now!

I said extract!

Why did you kill me, Alan?

Why?

You sick bastard.

Feinstone!

Drop the gun now!

Now!

Move it, move it,

move it, move it!

Go! Go!

Damn!

Out of the way!

That way! That way!

Enough about me.

You sure want the anesthetic?

You won't feel the pain.

Okay, Feinstone.

It's time for your regular visit.

No. I won't. I won't go.

You can't make me!

I won't. I won't!

Okay, guys.

- Please! No!

- Yes!

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