A Slipping Down Life...at the hospital after Evie has carved the name of a basinger in her forehead, the Doc is stitching her up.
Doc: C-A-S-E-Y. Is Casey her boyfriend?
Evie: No.
Doc: Well, who then?
Violet: He's a singer.
Doc: Rock and Roll, I suppose.
Evie: He has his own style.
Doc: Well, that set some kind of record. Aren't there any singers named Al or
Ed?
Violet: Well, his first name is Drumstrings.
Doc: Well, I suppose she did the best she could. You know it's backwards?
Evie: Backwards?
Doc: You cut his name backwards.
Evie: Oh.
The next day, she meets Drum face to face at Hospital.
Drum: Why'd you go and cut it backwards?
Evie: It just worked out that way.
Drum: Why'd you make it Casey? Why not my first name?
Evie: What? Drumstrings? I don't have that big a forehead.
Drum: Drum. Just Drum.
Evie: They call you Drum?
Drum: That's right.
Evie: I certainly wish I'da known that.
