Roy: It was your typical childhood accident. I was 8 years old at a little league game.
Brian: Took a fastball to the old coconut, huh?
Roy: No it was up in the bleachers. I tried to swipe my little brothers milk duds and he hit me with a brick.
Lowell: (talking about Roy's metal plate) WOW, plate in his head! And I thought wooden legs were cool.
Brian: 10 bucks says Lowell's packing a little sheet metal.
Roy: What are you doing?
Lowell: Well I happen to be a student of medical oddities. Well to be quite frank, Roy, this metal plate in your head has me intrigued. Now if I were to peel back your scalp what exactly would I see?
Roy: The inside of a body bag.