"So, Mrs. Patient, it was great to meet you, and I'll see you in six weeks for a follow-up... and hopefully everything is stable until then."
"It was nice to meet you too, doctor. Oh, how I wish I was young and rich."
"I wish I was young and rich too."
"Medical school is expensive."
"You're a doctor. I bet you make a million dollars a year."
"I'm a fellow. I make a lot less than a million dollars a year. And even after fellowship, I will make a lot less than a million dollars a year. I'm not complaining, but, a million dollars, that's not what's going on here in the clinic for anyone."
"My cataract surgeon told me he makes a million dollars a year."
"Your cataract surgeon sounds awesome."
"No, he is great. I can see now."
"I'm glad. I'll see you in six weeks."
"You will be making a million dollars by then."
"I don't think so, but thanks."
"No, I will send you my friends."
"I appreciate it."
"They have good insurance."
"No, really. Better than mine. No co-pay."
"I'm glad. I'll see you soon."
"Wait-- you know I have co-pay, right? I have to tell you-- I can't pay my co-pay. You can send me bill, and I will try to pay it, but I can't. You still see me?"
"I really don't deal with the billing. I'm just a fellow. I see whoever shows up in my office, I promise."
"So you still see me?"
"I have no idea what the clinic does when people don't pay their co-pay, honestly. If they let you in my office, I will see you, I promise."
"Yes! Now I definitely send you all of my friends."