Doctor: So basically we give you a local, and make an incision here
Me: Uh huh.
Doctor: Are you a nervous person?
Now, he delivered that question in a purely matter-of-fact tone, but my brain proceeded to play it back for me in a sinister villain voice, like:
"Are you a gambling man, Mr. Bond?"
Which was accompanied by a visual of a giant laser aimed at Sean Connery's crotch.
Me: ... Could you be more specific?
Doctor: I mean, like, at the dentist?
Me: At the dentist? No.
But, then, the dentist generally keeps his needles above the waistline.