"That's comforting. It's good to know that if someone ever legitimately needs medical attention--as opposed to me, right now, when I clearly do not--you'll be right there, to mock them." Wheatley didn't know much about medical professionals, but he could venture a guess that this was not how it was supposed to work. Or maybe it was, and that's why he hated med bay so much. "Some doctor you are."

Even if there were no exits, the smaller robot wasn't going to quit looking for one. Maybe if he tried to duck under Ratchet's arm...

"Uh, because he's mental. Just got it out for me. Your guess is as good as mine."