What do you say, you wanna trade your big problems for mine?
I like to think your life comes down to the choices you've made. Like the choice to stand up to a superior. Or to focus on what you have in common instead of what you don't. Or the choice
to let someone help you for once. In the end, you just have to trust your decisions. And hopefully you'll land on solid ground.
— OK. I'm Dr Cox. This is my Gal Friday. She'll help me to take care of you. But before we get underway, we need you to ease up on the yakety-yak.
— Drop the macho act now. They're gone.
— Act-schmact. The lips stay zipped.
— Zipped-schmipped. I thought we were riffing.
— We're not.
— Well, aren't you delicious? If I were 20 years younger and tipsy, this might be your lucky day.
— Careful there, sweetcheeks. I haven't decided which way to take your temperature yet.
— Hey, Elliot.
— I'm not hiding, I was just looking for my... You, know, the... I was... looking for my dignity.
— Did you find it?
— No. I must've left it at college.
— Can I have Mr Buckley's chart?
— No problem. I keep it right down there in the «get it yourself» file.
Jordan, this is my girlfriend, Julie. OK, that was a treat, wasn't it? Would you like me to call you a cab, or have the flying monkeys bring the broom around?