I appeal to you as a poor, helpless patient.

You don't even appeal to me as a rich, helpless patient.

Not here.

Of course not.

Of course not.

Not out here.

Oh, I'm afraid not.

But not having the proper medicine.

Well, not in those words, no.

Mr. Drysdale is not one to chicken out.

I assure you, Mr. Drysdale is not dead.

Well, not after it's been in the ground overnight, no.

No, no, please, no more medicine, especially not today.

Not if I make you one of my hair-growing poultices.

And you are not allowed to practice medicine here in Beverly Hills.

Well, I'm afraid there's not... Granny, Granny, Mr. Drysdale has something very important to discuss with you.

But there isn't going to be a... I believe the medical crisis can't wait, not even for one hour.

You see, cutting off a person's hair and burying it in the ground to cast a spell is not the approved method of practicing medicine here in Beverly Hills.