Dr. Perry Cox – Character Quotes

Just cos a guy has problems expressing himself, that doesn't mean he doesn't need... you.

Here's the good news, however. Turns out it's never too late to turn the whole thing around.

Good morning, reasons why I drink.

Oh my God, Gandhidiot. We'd be all be better served if we fill this patient with the creamy caramel center. Then, would you tell me whether or not he needs surgery?

Your problem isn't making bad choices. It's that you identify the good choice and then intentionally do the opposite. You see, behind this boorish bravado of yours is a paralysing fear
of letting anyone into your life. And it isn't because you weren't loved when you were a kid. You're so egocentric that the love wasn't enough. So you pulled pigtails and you pushed the fat kids into the dirt so no one could ignore little Perry. Well, little Perry is now 40 years old and is so invested in this narcissistic notion of yourself as "loner" that you can't quit. And you'll just keep dumping on everyone around you until eventually, and please, trust me on this, there won't be anyone left.

— You like strong women, don't you?
— Are you kidding me? They're the only ones I let ruin my life.

— You are an unpredictable, passionate person and you challenge me each and every day. That's the reason I can imagine being with you when I'm 70 and you're 65, and your face is 40 and your boobs are 29.
— My face'll never look 40.
— You're right. My bad.

John Dorian: — Since Jordan had pre-natal surgery, she'd been on bed rest. Dr Cox, however, was not.
Perry Cox: — Okay, I made you breakfast, the kitchen's as clean as a whistle, I'm gonna drop Jack off at daycare on the way to work. Is there anything else I can do for you?
Jordan Sullivan: — I need you to go to the video store and get me anything with Viggo something-sen. I need white chocolate, strawberry seltzer, peppercorn brie and a Polaroid of the tomato plant that I planted last spring because I'm worried it may have snails. Oh, and if you see that neighbour, Lena, from down the hall, I want you to roll your eyes and say the word «slut» under your breath,
but loud enough so she can hear. And don't forget to be home by 6:30 because you gotta give Jack his bath before you make my dinner.
Perry Cox: — But when will I have time to kill myself?

— Ok we have a 41 year old male who is as orange as a NBA game ball. Could you help me why?
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— Maybe he use so fake-tan cream. Used it once, turn me orange all over.
— There were no foreign substances found on his skin but kuddos Keith on finally outing yourself.

— «God works all things for good». Romans, 8:28.
— Bull dinky. Perry Cox, 6'1". A buck eighty-five after lunch.

I haven't been this happy since Christmas when I was seven and my father showed me how to make a snow angel. Actually, he was passed out drunk in the yard but I did take his arms and his legs and move them back and forth and... the paramedics said it was a great snow angel.

You, honest to God, get me so angry I'm afraid I might hurt myself.

We're both men. One of us more than the other. But that's OK...