I'm plenty sick, Wendell!

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Season 6 episode 6

My new favorite episode lol this episode was so hilarious 

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Nurse McElory: Tell us more about yourself, Shawn. 

Shawn: Well, they tell me I've got something called, uh, Narcissistic Personality Disorder. But, uh, the truth is, this lustrous hair and dimpled chin are merely chapter one. I'm a veritable cornucopia of high-octane maladies, such as outrageous intelligence syndrome. Huh? And a little obsessive successful disorder. 

*Shawn pats Wendell*

*Wendell smacks him*

Nurse McElroy: Goodness. I've never encountered a patient who suffers from so many diseases that don't exist. 

Shawn: Well, they, uh, they exist where I come from. 

Nurse McElroy: And where's that?

Shawn: The future. 

*Wendell raises his hand*

Nurse McElory: Yes, Wendell?

Wendell: Shawn's full of it. We're supposed to tell the truth here. 

Shawn: I don't expect you to understand, Wendell. I'm talking about form. I'm talking about content. We all know who the brownnoser in the group is, don't we?

Wendell: I just think you like listening to yourself talk. 

Shawn: Whoa. 

Wendell: You look way to together to be in here!

Shawn: Same robe everyone else has. 

Gus: Uh, Shawn, you better come up with something quick. You're about to get outed. 

Shawn: I'm plenty sick, Wendell! 

*Shawn grabs the cart of pills and throws it in the air*

Shawn: Pill time, everybody! It's pill time! Pills, come get your pills!

*Shawn climbs onto the golf cart looking thingy and drives it around in a circle*

Nurse McElroy: Orderly, restrain the patient. 

Gus: Yes, ma'am. 

*Gus runs after Shawn*

Shawn: You can't catch me, McElroy! I'm gonna keep doing this! I'm gonna keep driving around in circles until I get hungry! And then I'm gonna eat that fountain! I'm like the ice cream man, except I have barbiturates! Ha!

NEW SCENE

Shawn: Hey, Bernie. 

Bernie: Yeah?

Shawn: Do me a favor. Hold onto this, would you? Thanks.

*Shawn puts a weight in Bernie's arthritic hand*

*Bernie drops it on his foot*

Bernie: Ugh.. ohh! Oh, god. Oh... oh.

Shawn: Bernie. God. Oh. Oh, man. Bern, you alright man?

Gus: That didn't go the way you saw it in your head, did it?

Shawn: Yeah, completely. 

Nurse McElroy: Orderly, restrain that patient!

*Gus puts up a thumbs up*

*Shawn talks in a whiny, high-pitched voice*

Shawn: I- I didn't- it was an accident! 

Gus: You know the drill.

Shawn: No! 

*Gus grabs Shawn under the armpits*

Shawn: No! Nah! Ahh! Ow! Ow ow!

NEW SCENE

*Shawn wakes up restrained to a bed*

*Nurse Flemming and Nurse Collins standing over him*

Shawn: What's going on here? Wh-what happened?

Nurse Flemming: We found you in a restricted area passed out on the floor. 

Shawn: Yeah, somebody hit me in the head. It's right after I found Doctor Elliot dead in his office. 

Nurse Flemming: Dr. Elliot's not dead. He's not even in his office. He must be at lunch. 

Shawn: What? No. No, no, no. That can't be. I-I-I saw him. He was bashed over the head. It was- it was ugly. Why...?

*Shawn struggles against the restraints*

Nurse Flemming: First you were observed talking to a potted plant. Now you're seeing dead hospital staff? I'm recommending that your diagnosis be changed to include paranoid, delusional.

Shawn: Par- no! No, I'm not paranoid. I- I'm not even crazy. Look, listen, my real name is Shawn Spencer. Okay? I am a psychic detective working undercover for the S.B.P.D.

Nurse Flemming: Oh, really?

Shawn: Yes, really. I'm here with my associate Gus. He's pretending to be an orderly named Suggs. 

Nurse Flemming: I see. But he's psychic as well? 

Shawn: No, he's not psy- he's a pharmaceutical salesman. But he helps me solve crimes, okay? Oh, an- and he drives a blueberry. 

Nurse Flemming: Ooh, he drives a piece of fruit! Well, that's very interesting... We're gonna need to get him on some stronger meds. 

Shawn: No, no, no, no I- heh. Gus is real, alright? I'll take you to him. He- he's probably flirting with that hot chick, Vivienne. Who, you know, thinks she's a plumber named Frank sometimes. 

Nurse Flemming: Okay, we're just gonna keep you here a little bit longer. 

Shawn: No, no, no, hey!! You gotta listen to me. Call Henry Spencer at the S.B.P.D! He'll confirm everything! Get me outta here!

*Shawn squirms*

NEW SCENE

Shawn: Where's he taking Bethel? I... 

*Flashback that I'm too lazy to write in*

Shawn: Second floor.

Vivienne: That's where they give electric shock. 

Shawn: Oh, no. Gus. If they pump Bernie with enough volts, could they completely wipe out his memory? 

Gus: It's possible. 

Shawn: Ugh, that means he won't be able to say, much less prove, that he didn't kill Sheila Hanson. We need to help him.

Gus: Yeah, we need to get Jules and Lassie on the phone ASAP. 

Shawn: Come on, man, they're not gonna get here in time. We need a distraction now. 

Vivienne: I've got one. Hey, Collins! 

*Vivienne takes off her shirt*

*It lands on Gus's head*

Shawn: Dude... Frank is stacked. 

Gus: Just for the record, I did not ask her to do that.

Vivienne: Wanna help me do my laundry? 




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