"Waldo Butters: Screw up my life? [He stared at me for a second and then said, deadpan] Waldo Butters: I’m a five-foot-three, thirty-seven-year-old, single, Jewish medical examiner who needs to pick up his lederhosen from the dry cleaners so that he can play in a one-man polka band at Oktoberfest tomorrow. [He pushed up his glasses with his forefinger, folded his arms, and said] Waldo Butters: Do your worst."