Dr. Grumpy: "When did this all start?"
Mr. Touchdown: "Mmm. I think Dad's right arm stopped working in the 2nd quarter."
Dr. Grumpy: "Any idea what time?"
Mr. Touchdown: "I dunno. It was the 2nd quarter. Yeah, that was it. Because normally Dad makes a sandwich at halftime, but today he just stayed on the couch and stared at the TV. He was real quiet, even though it was a good game. Normally he really gets into them."
Dr. Grumpy: Well, it looks like it's too late to give him TPA, the clot-busting drug. We can only give it within a few hours of when things start and..."
Mr. Touchdown: "Look! I would've gotten him in here sooner, but the game went into overtime! That's not my fault! Can't you give it anyway? What's the worst that could happen?"
Dr. Grumpy: "He could bleed into his brain and die."
Mr. Touchdown: "Well, with Green Bay out of the playoffs, Dad wouldn't really care."