The Secret Lives of Dentists Page #5

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Are you going to throw up?

- Okay, she's gonna throw up.

- Okay, okay. Here we go, here we go.

That's all right, not to worry.

Well, you seem better.

I think... Yeah, I think I am.

Well, that's something, anyway.

Not a basis for confidence, though.

Yeah, I wish you weren't always

so pessimistic.

As long as this lasts,

why don't we avoid talking about...

...how we always are, okay?

Okay.

But no sarcasm, either.

Deal.

Oh, my God.

- Five days.

- Yeah.

I think you're exaggerating a little.

Just keep forcing fluids.

Well, Leah's got it too, now.

You know, Dave, it's possible

she's picking up on your anxiety.

We've all got the flu, Danny.

I'm calling to see if there's anything we

should be doing for the flu. Influenza.

- My children are all vomiting...

- I understand.

...excessively, into buckets.

I was worried,

I appreciate your advice.

- Well...

- Thanks.

What a quack, huh?

Hey.

- How you doing?

- Okay.

You're looking a little better, I think.

I think we're all doing a little better,

aren't we?

Oh, sweetie. Okay, all right.

Okay, that's okay.

That's all right, love.

Dad, ginger ale!

I'll be right there, Liz.

It's all right, love. It's all right.

- Hey, what time did you get up?

- Up? What's that?

- Oh, God.

- Oh, no.

- What's the main symptom?

- Oh, no, she's got it too?

- She's all right. We're okay.

- Did you call Elaine? Let me take her.

- No, no, no!

- Honey, it's your mother.

Honey, come here.

No, she's like part of my body,

I like it.

There's vomit on the phone

you might wanna wipe off.

Bye-bye, Steph.

There goes Stephie.

Okay.

This is fun.

This is fun.

We are bouncing, this is fun.

This is fun.

It's 8 in the morning.

I'm going to the store for juice

and a paper, who wants to come?

- I do.

- I do too.

Me too!

You do?

- Me three, me four!

- We'll all go, huh?

Yeah!

Oh, yes!

Where are we going?

I just have to go in this house

for a little while.

Well, how long will you be?

Oh, about 20 minutes.

Bye, everyone!

- Bye!

- Bye.

- Has she brought you here before?

- Lots of times.

Is he nice?

- Yeah.

- Very nice.

- He never screams.

- Or shouts.

- Or sulks.

- Or pouts.

No?

We hate you.

Marry me.

- Hey, Dana?

- Yeah.

- Hi.

- I'm in here.

You better?

Oh, God.

We're a picture, okay.

You wanna...? No.

Mommy's gonna have a little privacy.

- What?

- Nope, nothing.

We're going now.

Leah is sleeping.

Leah is sleeping now, Leah.

Sleeping. Leah is sleeping.

Marry me, Daddy.

- You don't know what you're saying.

- Yes, I do.

Someday I'm gonna be a woman.

I'll always be faithful.

Listen, whatever Mommy's

going through...

...I know it's not about me.

She's gonna have to work this out

for herself.

So says you.

If I let her tell me,

we're gonna have to do something.

We'll have to act.

- But why?

- See?

Because, then the whole machinery

will shift into gear.

Separation, divorce, custody.

Not necessarily.

Now, you should really listen to her,

because she is on the ball.

Nobody asked you,

you big slimebucket!

Oh, you're awake.

Here we go. Here we go.

- Can we get you something?

- A knife.

Just a sec. Oh, God.

I don't think I can take this,

I can't take it.

All right, I know. Oh, baby.

Dad, can I have some ginger ale?

Listen.

Hey.

I know we haven't really talked, but...

- David, David, please.

- Okay. I know. Now's not a good time.

All right, hang on.

There we go. There we go.

There we go. You okay?

- Would you turn the light off, please?

- Did you want this off? Okay.

Dad?

Mommy's okay.

Let's see what's going on down here,

shall we?

All right.

Look at Lizzie,

she's back to her old self.

- Hi, Liz. Hi, Steph.

- Hi, Dad.

You'll feel better in hours, I know it.

While you sit here and watch

some TV with these guys, okay?

- Daddy?

- Look.

It's Jemima Puddle-Duck, you see?

Hi, Jemima.

And what else do we got here?

Parcheesi, and...

- What's this, Lee-Lee?

- Yes!

What is that?

Look, sweetheart, what's that?

That's right, Barbie's Bubbling Spa.

What else do we...?

And there's Barbie.

I think Barbie needs to take a bath,

don't you? Her hair is filthy.

It is filthy. Come on, Barbie,

what a pig you are.

Wash your hair, get on the stick.

- Barbie, you're a pig.

- We've got a brush here.

- Dr. Mengele.

- Dave?

- Are you asleep?

- Dr. Mengele.

- David, are you asleep?

- Dr. Mengele.

Are you sleeping now?

Are you sleeping on the couch?

You're soaking wet.

Come here.

What time is it?

Dave!

Dave!

Leah's better, and Lizzie's all well.

Finally.

Dad!

- Stephanie's sick.

- Oh, my God.

Steph?

Honey?

Hey, hey, you wanna go upstairs?

- I don't feel good.

- Is your tummy upset?

Mommy's up there. I got a feeling this

is gonna go fast for you and Mommy.

Here we go. Let's go get

something to drink, all right?

- Where's Leah?

- I don't know.

- Can you find her?

- Leah!

Thank you.

Oh, you're gonna be in big trouble.

- Dad, she's right here!

- Okay, I think the yelling can stop.

Leah, sweetie, that's naughty.

Don't do that, honey.

- Watch her, I can't do everything.

- I'm getting milk.

I don't care. Can you get that away

from her, please? Thank you.

Daddy?

Hey.

That's right. Yeah.

Hey, Dave.

Bet you thought it was gonna start

calming down around here?

Nope. Hey, why don't you

come on tour with us, man?

Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Here we go.

All right, I'm gonna put you down.

Why do you wanna fight for this sh*t?

Come on, dump the evil b*tch.

Put the kids up for adoption.

Come tour with us.

You know you want to.

Put you down there.

All right, a little ginger ale.

I want you to drink some of this,

as much as you can.

How about some of that?

No, don't drink that yet, hang on.

Let's take this off, it's kind of damp.

And I wanna get you a fresh shirt.

Okay, can you help me with that?

All right, we'll find you

a different one.

- The pink one.

- What?

You don't have a pink one.

A nightshirt?

How about a purple kitty?

You want a purple kitty?

- My house.

- What?

Throw the pink one away.

I don't want Megan here.

All right, listen.

Tell Megan to go home.

Look at me for a second.

You okay?

Daddy. Hi. Okay, listen,

take some ginger ale.

I want you to drink that.

Drink as much as you can.

No worries.

Nice and quiet.

Everybody's got the fever

Dad!

Dad, I was calling you.

Didn't you hear me?

It's okay, sweetie.

Dad, I want some more milk.

- You can pour it yourself.

- I can't, it's too heavy.

Don't talk to me in that tone of voice.

Say "please."

Please?

- Be down in a minute.

- It's always in a minute.

That's what you and Mommy always

say, "In a minute." Then you forget.

You're not the only one in this house.

- And you always say that too.

- Come here for a minute, please.

Stephanie has a high fever.

- Is it dangerous?

- No. It's not good...

...but it's not dangerous,

so I need you to help me.

Do me a favor and go ask Mommy

where she left the Children's Advil.

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