- [Hank is at the doctor's office, having injured his lower back]
- Doctor: I'm sorry, Mr. Hill, I understand it's painful, but soft tissue injury just doesn't show up on film.
- Hank: Hunh. So how do you fix it?
- Doctor: Well, there's really nothing *I* can do. What your back needs is rest. Just have your office send over the Worker's Compensation forms and I'll sign off on 'em.
- Hank: Worker's Comp? Do I look like a hobo to you? No, sir, I'm *not* going on welfare. It's Indian summer!
- Doctor: Well, if you insist on working, I'll write you a prescription for pain medicine.
- Hank: Whoa there, Dr. Feelgood. I work at a propane dealership, not Woodstock.
- Doctor: Then I'm sorry, but all Western medicine can really offer you are drugs... *and nothing.* But some people have had good luck with yoga. I hear there's a studio over in McMainerberry.
- Hank: Yoga? Isn't that a cult?
- Doctor: The group that rented the space before them was a cult. That's probably what you're thinking of.
- Peggy Hill: Isn't that interesting, Hank. You have one butt cheek bigger than the other, just like my feet.
- Hank: Yeah, yeah, we're made for each other.