The setup: Ben has just informed Rickey over AOL Instant Messenger that he may have Sinusitis...
Rickey: sinusitis sounds like a diagnosis you and I would give someone if we were posing as doctors while on the lam (for whatever reason) and got dragged into a room where a lady had nose problems.
Rickey: "Sounds like sinusitis to me. Do you concur, Dr. Morse?"
Rickey: "I concur"
Ben: "Absolutely. Sinusitis 100%. With a spot of Douchebagitis."
Rickey: "Perhaps even a touch of boogerlasticity"
Rickey: you'd call this lady a douchebag, too?
Rickey: that's over the line
Ben: No way, I'm just saying she might have Douchebagitis
Ben: That's completely different
Ben: If you disagree with my diagnosis, file a report with the hospital
Rickey: we're gonna get sued and caught if you start pulling this crap
Rickey: we gotta stick together
Ben: Look, maybe at first it was about not getting caught, but somewhere along the way, I fell in love...fell in love with medicine
Ben: And if that means diagnosing a woman with a severe case of Douchebagitis, whether you agree or not, by god, I'm going to do what's right
Ben: Do you...mean it?
Rickey: you know what?
Rickey: i do