John Kellis: As you may recall, you gave me permission yesterday to demand that you leave the lab for lunch. I have a note. Signed and everything.
Alexander Kellis: John, I really--
John Kellis: You also gave me permission to make you sleep on the couch for the rest of the month if you turned me down for anything short of one of the animals getting sick, and you know what that does to your back. Now, which is it going to be? A lovely lunch and continued marital bliss, or night after night with that broken spring digging into your side, wishing you'd been willing to listen to me when you had the chance?
Alexander Kellis: You don't play fair.
John Kellis: You haven't left this lab during the day for almost a month. How is wanting you to be healthy not playing fair? As funny as it would be if you got sick while you were trying to save man kind from the tyranny of the flu, it would make you crazy, and you know it.
Alexander Kellis: At last, the genius starts to comprehend the text.