Outside Lawrence Hospital one morning. Inside, Dr. Philip Stewart and his nurse, Molly Baker, are working in Dr. Stewart's office.
Philip:	Molly, I need your special talent for handling special matters.
Molly:	Like what special matters?
Philip:	Well, I have a scheduling problem.
Molly:	Yes?
Philip:	I have three tonsillectomies set for Friday with Dr. Earl.
Molly:	Yes?
Philip:	I need to fit a fourth operation into his schedule. And ... I know you can do it.
Molly:	Who's the patient?
Philip:	Carl Herrera. The boy has infected tonsils, and we should remove them as soon as possible.
Molly:	Well, I'll try to arrange the schedule, Dr. Stewart. But it's not going to be easy.
Philip:	I know you'll be able to take care of it. [Molly shakes her head and laughs.]
Inside Dr. Stewart's office later that day. Philip is talking to a mother, Mrs. Herrera, and her ten-year-old son Carl.
Philip:	[He looks at Carl's medical chart.] Well, Mrs. Herrera, Carl will be perfectly fine after we remove his tonsils.
Mother:	Thank you for your reassurance, Dr. Stewart. He's had so many colds and sore throats recently.
Philip:	Well, it's a very easy operation, Carl. You won't feel a thing.
Carl:	But when do they do it?
Philip:	This Friday.
Carl:	But Saturday's my birthday.
Philip:	[He looks at his appointment book.] Well, we could re-schedule the operation, Mrs. Herrera, but I don't want to put it off too long.
Mother:	No, I think it's important to do it now. We can have a birthday party for you, Carl, when you come out of the hospital.
Carl:	But it won't be on my birthday.
Mother:	But your health is more important, Carl, believe me.
Carl:	I don't want my tonsils out.
Philip:	[He buzzes Molly on the intercom.] Nurse Baker, would you come in, please?
Molly:	[She enters.] Hello, Mrs. Herrera. Hi, Carl, how you doing?
Carl:	I don't want my tonsils out.
Molly:	Come with me, Carl. You and I will talk this over. [She leaves the room with Carl.]
Mother:	She has a special way with kids.
Philip:	She sure does.
In an area of the hospital. Carl is sitting on a sofa. He is unhappy. Molly enters and tries to make him feel better. She is carrying a robe and pajamas for him.
Molly:	Carl, does your throat hurt?
Carl:	Yes.
Molly:	OK. Do you want to get better?
Carl:	Yes.
Molly:	OK. We want you to get better, too. You'll have your tonsils out tomorrow, and you won't get so many colds anymore.
Carl:	But if I have my tonsils out tomorrow, I'll miss my birthday party on Saturday.
Molly:	I know. It's a problem, isn't it? Let me try to work something out.
Carl:	What?
Molly:	I have to think about it.
Carl:	You're fooling me.
Molly:	Oh, I'm not, Carl. Give me a chance to think about it, and I'll come up with something.
Carl:	A surprise?
Molly:	Maybe. But you just put on your pajamas and robe and I'll think of a surprise.
Carl:	Will it hurt?
Molly:	No. There are other boys and girls here, and they're having their tonsils out. You'll meet them.
Carl:	I don't want to.
Molly:	Change your clothes, Carl. Everything will be just fine.