With ill-concealed dismay and looking daggers at his friend, Ollie sums up the incident for Stan’s consideration, "You had nothing else to do, so you thought you’d come around and see me." Full stop. During all the commotion, a helpful nurse has left a hypodermic needle containing a relaxant drug nearby on a chair. Stan sits down on it. His hat flies off. With typical hardened concern, the nurse finds such an accident laughable. She informs Stan with some delight that he will probably sleep for a month. Downstairs Stan helps Ollie into the back of their car for the trip home. Behind the wheel, a drugged and drowsy Stan can barely keep his eyes open -- usually a prerequisite for driving. Dazed from the sedative he weaves wildly in and out of traffic, narrowly avoiding collisions in a sea of classic flivvers. Ollie expresses some concern. Inevitably a loud smash-up with two city streetcars leaves their Ford bent nearly in two. A policeman orders, "Pull over there!" All Stan can manage is to drive their wrecked roadster around and around in a circle, gesturing helplessly. The cop appears to be provoked.
-- by Richard W. Bann --