Yeah. This part drags. It gets better. Sort of.
“It’s like a lazy eye. Which one do I look at?” 
now there’s a ringing endorsement 
My mother was a dental assistant when I lived at home. Some nights she came home really loopy. When I got older she said they used to take hits of the nitrous. She also told me that’s not all they used. Wild times at the Dental Office.
“This part?” You mean this first hour and eight minute part? 
Well, it’s not Shakespeare. But what is? Except Shakespeare. Does that comment even make sense? ‘Well, it’s not Shakespeare.’ I mean, Duh. Whutever.
So, which are you? Statler and Waldorf?
does that make Emma “Fozzie Oona”?
Alright. Would you get a TiMER?
That fills me with confidence. Can’t wait to have a drill in my mouth again. :eek:
“Are you certain you want to make this mistake?”
This is like a cult.
I’m kind of hoping wrists start chiming, a disembodied female voice starts chanting “carousel begins” over and over and everybody floats to the ceiling and ignites.
Is that wrong?
Now, you know why I haven’t been to the dentist in 20 years.
OMGs, they look like the Geniuses from the Apple Store. :eek:
And yes, they really do call them that.
Hive mind!
You’ve seen this? Haven’t you?
C’mon. No one’s gonna answer. Would you get a TiMER?
Renew! Renew!
I have to admit, her brother is punchably cute.
That mop on his head has to go, though.
You’ve seen people who renewed…right??
Uh, yeah. Yeah, sure I have. Yeah. You?
Oh, yeah, of course…yeah.
Hmph…