Dr. Spaceman: All right, now that the popsicle’s melted we’ve got ourselves a tongue depressor.
Liz Lemon: I wanted you to look at these cold sores. I get them when I’m stressed out. 
Dr. Spaceman: Ah they’re nothing to be ashamed of. I get them from prostitutes. 
Liz Lemon: I just had a hard couple months. Work has been crazy and I went through a bad breakup and then there was this plastic bag that represented my death. 
Dr. Spaceman: Sounds like you could use a little R&R. Rum and Ritalin. 
Liz Lemon: Actually I was hoping you’d just have an ointment for my mouth. 
Dr. Spaceman: Gross. 
Liz Lemon: Cuz I’m dealing with the stress thing. Over the break I’m renting a cottage out in the Hamptons. There’s just four things I want to do this summer: be outdoors, wear shapeless clothing, do some mindless activity like gardening, and learn Spanish.
Dr. Spaceman: There are four things I want to do this summer, but they’re roommates so it’s tricky. All right, here’s a prescription for your cold sores and here’s a blank one for the weekend. Now one final thing. Why aren’t you wearing pants?