Dr. Cox: I like you again. There. You win. You can do your victory dance or slaughter a goat, or whatever it is you do when you're happy.
Jordan: You don't like me.
Dr. Cox: I watch you when you sleep.
Jordan: Well, that just gives me the heebie-jeebies.
Dr. Cox: I can't stop thinking about putting up with you.
Jordan: Look, this is pointless, angry, shallow sex. Why would you go and ruin something like that?
Dr. Cox: I'm real sorry, but that's just not enough for me anymore.
Jordan: Sweetie, I have feelings for you too. I do, but, unlike you, I have some balls, so you don't hear me whining about it. Look, Perry, I can't let you back into my life, and watch you personally and professionally sabotage every single chance that you get. It's too hard. I can't do it.
Dr. Cox: But I have changed. I have. I see a shrink now. I actually see two, to tell you the truth. Good God, what do you want me to do to prove to you that I'm not that guy anymore?
Jordan: Hmm.