— Dr Cox.
— And there you are.
— Excuse me?
— I was wondering if there's anything that could push my headache into a full-blown migraine. And there you are.
— I want you to know how serious I am about what I do.
— Did you stitch your initials into me?
— That's not important.
How does that taste? Bitter? Hard to get down?
— That was what I said this morning.
— Yeah, it sounded familiar.
I just came to check on my favourite patient. I must have the wrong room.
— Don't do that annoying thing.
— What annoying thing?
— When you talk.
— Come on.
— Does that not drive you crazy?
— You get used to it.
— I mean, did you even wonder why I told you to do your own evaluation?
— I can't think of a safe answer, I just...
— Clam up! I wanted you to think about yourself. And I mean really think. What are you good at? What do you suck at? I wanted it down on paper, not so I could see it, or anybody else, but so that you could see it. Ultimately, you don't have to answer to me, or to Kelso, you don't even have to answer to your patients, for God's sake. You only have to answer to one guy, Newbie, and that's you!
— Hey, Newbie. This thing actually does matter, so were you completely honest with yourself?
— Yeah.
— Say it right into the camera, hotshot. Now you can have this thing back any time you want. You're gonna have to bark like a dog, though.
— I'm not gonna bark like...
— It's your call.
— Woof.
— Good boy.
If crying worked on me, my wife would have her own car by now.
Just cos a guy has problems expressing himself, that doesn't mean he doesn't need... you.