Elliot: Dr. Cox. I just wanted to let you know that Turk did the right thing by taking my patients off of my service.
Dr. Cox: No. What that yellow-bellied scalpel jock should have done was go down to surgery and schedule himself for an early-morning add-a-pair-domy. That way, if it took, he'd have the stones to at least come and talk to you next time he had a problem.
Elliot: I just can't seem to stop letting my life out there affect my life in here, you know?
Dr. Cox: Well, hell, Barbie, look at me. It's not like I've always been the centered, well-adjusted Guy Smiley you see walking down the halls of this dump. I mean, stuff like that takes time, but eventually you learn to keep your personal problems separate from this place.
Elliot: So, what do I do until then?
Dr. Cox: Get your damn life in order. Oh, and, Barbie, let's say word was to get out that Uncle Cox was doling out the feel-goods, I'll make you pay. You have no idea. Huge.