Open wide. It tastes of carpet flavored yogurt. It tastes of flowers.

They've taken the 112.

The drug works, Will. Tell him, Linda.

How would you convince them to switch to ours?

Not exactly. They spent a ton of money developing this dandruff medication that had the side effect of horrible anal leakage.

Do you know Elena has some witchy drug problem?

And so I told them that you had gotten stoned and jumped out the window.

Damn it! Your hands. You're twitching. No, no, I'm not. Alan. It's the medication. The medication?

You will be losing some sleep, but these have always helped my wife.

Chimp number nine, just one dose.

Hey, Max! Caroline! And I keep my heart pills in my pocket.

You. It's not like it's a big deal. You don't still do it or anything.

Hey, check it out. The school of pharmacology is looking for volunteers.

Mom and dad just sent me in here to find out if you were trying to get Ross stoned.

Too much shouting, I imagine. Let's see if a little bit of medicine helps.

All right, let's say a physician was prescribing one of our competitor's drugs.

112, it works, on just the one primate. One is all we need.

The 112 is dangerous, Will, and it doesn't work.

Pishsalver. Let me think. A pinch of worm fat, urine of the horsefly, buttered fingers.

Okay, okay, I'll tell them it wasn't Chandler who got high. Now who should I say it was?