- Earl Sinclair: [singsong] Look who's home!
- [Baby turns his head and glares at Earl]
- Baby Sinclair: [demonic voice] Not the Mama!
- [Baby rotates his head back as he growls]
- Earl Sinclair: What color is it and how much does it cost?
- Zabar: Fortunately it is simple, widely available, and costs nothing. To rid the child's body of the wicked contaminant, he must eat moldy bread.
- Earl Sinclair: Moldy bread, huh?
- Zabar: Behold! The child is cured.
- Fran Sinclair: Look! The spots, they're gone. He's back to normal.
- Earl Sinclair: Wait. I'll be the judge of that. Do you happen to have a frying pan on you?
- Zabar: I do.
- Fran Sinclair: Oh.
- Earl Sinclair: Wow. Thanks. Here, son.
- [gives the frying pan to Baby Sinclair]
- Earl Sinclair: Now, are you all right? Do you know who I am?
- [Baby Sinclair hits Earl Sinclair with a frying pan]
- Earl Sinclair: Ow!
- Baby Sinclair: Not the mama!
- [all laughing]
- Fran Sinclair: It's so good to have our little boy back, isn't it, Earl?
- Earl Sinclair: It sure is. And I guess I owe a big debt of gratitude to you, Fran, for not losing hope. And to Zabar there for saving the kid's life.
- Zabar: Don't mention it.
- Earl Sinclair: And... ..that's it.
- Dr. Ficus: Well, I'll tell you, but please keep in mind I went to school for many years to be a great healer. So when I state the actual figure,
- [echoes]
- Dr. Ficus: my voice will resonate with such authority and confidence you'll instantly feel you're doing the right thing.
- Earl Sinclair: I instantly feel I'm doing the right thing.
- Dr. Ficus: One thousand dollars.
- Earl Sinclair: One thousand dollars.
- Fran Sinclair: Goodness, that's just an awful lot of money.
- Dr. Ficus: It's a miracle of the modern age. We call it the blue medicine. He'll drink it tonight and be better by morning... most likely.
- Fran Sinclair: Are you sure it's going to work?
- Dr. Ficus: It's blue.