Dr. Yu, I presume.
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Please put your hands
where we can see them.
Oh, so sorry.
Mrs. Merriman almost done.
Please for you to wait outside.
It's not gonna happen.
You step back.
Ma'am, we're calling paramedics
to take you to a hospital.
What?
I'm half an hour from
having the ass of my dreams.
Go away.
Lady, this guy is not a doctor.
You think I don't know that?
I'm lying flat on my face
in some immigrant's garage.
I no understand.
What is problem?
You're practicing
medicine without a license,
and I find your accent
really offensive.
Especially given that
you were born in Fullerton
and grew up in Glendale.
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Oh, well, what can I tell you.
It's good for business.
[sighing]
We want all of Heather
Lutz's paperwork now.
That would violate
doctor-patient confidentiality.
Well, you're not a doctor.
OK, OK, OK.
It just so happens
I was recently
reviewing Heather's files.
All this is her paperwork.
That woman was
in here every week
having me redo her
boobs, her lips,
her butt, which was perfect.
I may not have a
medical degree, but I'm
the best cosmetic
surgeon in Los Angeles.
In fact, if it would
help smooth over
this little
misunderstanding, I could
give you both a little lift.
My treat.
Yeah, yeah, it's not impossible.
Do not touch me.
Wait a minute, are
you trying to bribe us
with illegal
cosmetic procedures?
No, no, no, no.
I just like it when people who
have obviously never considered
plastic surgery think about it.
Take a look in the mirror.
Think about it.
Think about it.
Think about it.
Give me that.
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