Oh, gotcha. I thought you meant, you know, like shot, shot

[first lines] Frank:
[upon waking up]
Hello? Howard:
[voice coming from camera]
'Morning. Frank:
What is this? Howard:
How ya feeling? Frank:
[stumbles forward] Howard:
Whoa, whoa, easy. Might want to give it a bit before going for a stroll. Frank:
What happened? Howard:
You don't remember? Frank:
I was shot. In the back. Howard:
Really? Frank:
Some kind of neutralizer. Howard:
Oh, gotcha. I thought you meant, you know, like shot, shot