"Doctor Fuller would like to keep you both under observation for a couple of days," a perky admitting nurse grins as she leads Our Dear Boys down the hall towards an examination room. Dean plays dumb for a moment before sneaking a smirk of conspiratorial triumph at his overlarge hairy freak of a younger brother, and the next thing we know, the perky nurse is wrapping a pressure cuff around Dean's bare upper arm to commence with his "little check-up." For some reason -- likely because the script tells him to do so -- Dean takes umbrage at the perky nurse's ministrations and grunts, "Look, Nurse Ratched, let's get one thing straight: I've seen Cuckoo's Nest, so don't try any of that soul-crushing, authoritarian crap on me, hmmm?" Her response? "Okey-dokey!" Heh. This naturally mollifies Dean, and the shot cuts from his pretty and prettily animated mug to the perky nurse stripping the pressure cuff from Sam's bare upper arm, after which she smiles, "All right! You can go ahead and take down your pants!" "Dirty!" shrieks Raoul, a faux-appalled yet perfectly honed paw reaching for his nonexistent pearls whilst he stifles an urge to titter like the blushing schoolgirl he, in his secret heart of hearts, actually is. Jealous, my scaly friend? "Who wouldn't be, I'm sure!" Spoken like the truly lecherous lizard you are. "Tee!" In any event, Darling Sammy involuntarily unleashes The Super-Special Puppy-Dog Eyes Of Brrrrrrow? and splutters, "Wh-wh-what for?" The perky admitting nurse sassily snaps a latex glove onto her right hand while wiggling her eyebrows at him, and we'll be ignoring that Nurse Ratched crap of Dashing El Deano's and be calling her Nurse Diesel for the remainder of this evening's festivities. "An excellent decision on your part, I must say!" Thanks, friend of friends. "Don't mention it!" I won't. "Ah! I see what you did there!" That's nice. "I certainly thought so, indeed!" Now be quiet. "Hmph!"