[He frowns, disdain evident in his voice.] Many doctors hide behind their medical licenses. Say it's for your own good - shove probes up into your brain and wiggle them around as if it'll make you better. All the cold and damp, the sterility... It's like the soul of the place has been sapped away by them.

[He's tangenting again. He clears his throat.]

I-I'll wait on the step.