Nurse Laz: Aren’t you ashamed?
Lurker: No, I’m not.
[Applause from friends]
Nurse Laz: You know Lurker, what worries me is how your mother is going to take this.
Lurker: Um, um, well, y-y-y-you d-d-d-don’t have to t-t-t-tell her, Laz.
Nurse Laz: I don’t have to tell her? Your mother and I are old friends. You know that.
Lurker: P-p-p-please d-d-don’t tell my m-m-m-mother.