Dr. Mann : You have a very sick horse here.
Mike : Oh, eh, Dr. Mann, you don't understand.
Dr. Mann : Please don't explain, there's no time to waste, I may have to operate.
Peter : [dressed as the front end of a horse] You can't operate. I'm not a horse, I'm a Monkee.
Dr. Mann : Hahaha, A likely story. I suppose you sing, too?
Davy : [dressed as the back end of a horse] Yeah, both of us in here do.
Dr. Mann : Egad, it's even worse than I thought. This horse not only has delusions of singing, it has a split personality!
Mike : Hi, I'm the fella that called before.
Dr. Mann : Where's the monkey?
Mike : Oh, I'm the Monkee.
Dr. Mann : You're the monkey? You don't need a vet, young man, you need a psychiatrist!
Mike : No, wait a minute, you don't, you don't understand. I'm not a real monkey, I'm the kind of Monkee that sings!