INT. PRIVATE CLINIC ROOM – NIGHT
The lights are low. A large leather examination chair dominates the room. A neon sign on the wall reads “NWO Medical – We Take Care of All Your Needs.”
NURSE NINA HARTLEY
(smiling knowingly, clipboard in hand)
Well, Mr. Joe… according to your chart, you’ve been working very hard lately. You’ve got a real stamina problem.
GIGOLO JOE
(leaning back, grinning)
Problem? I thought endurance was one of my… specialties.
NURSE NINA
Oh, it is. But even the best machines need a little… tune-up.
(runs a finger down the chart)
Now, I’m prescribing something that will keep your performance… consistently spectacular.
GIGOLO JOE
And what’s that, Nurse?
NURSE NINA
Routine maintenance. Lubrication. Careful… inspection.
(glances at him over her glasses)
Inside and out.
GIGOLO JOE
You make it sound so… thorough.
NURSE NINA
Oh, I am. The New World Order insists all their… elite assets stay in perfect working condition. And I take my work very… seriously.
GIGOLO JOE
Then maybe you should schedule a double session. Just to be… safe.
NURSE NINA
(smirking)
Safety is my number one priority, Joe. That’s why I never forget my gloves…
(snaps them on with exaggerated flair)
…unless the patient prefers a more… hands-on approach.
GIGOLO JOE
Nurse, I think you and I are going to make this the healthiest check-up of my life.
They share a long, knowing smile as the NWO logo flickers on the monitor behind them.