Dr. Cox: As a rule of thumb, I don't attend parties where the guest of honor has no idea what's going on.
Ben: That's not true. You remember when you and Jordan first got married, and we went to senile Grandpa Morty's 94th birthday party. Remember the one where he tried to get the coat check girl thrown out 'cause she was loyal to the Kaiser.
Dr. Cox: I appreciate your concern, but you don't understand.
Ben: What don't I understand?
Dr. Cox: Well, do you see all these people here? This is not some kind of senior citizens' slumber party. I mean, if it was, I'd have already put Mr. Fordham's hand in a bowl of warm water, but God bless him, he's gonna go ahead and wet the bed anyway. My, my point is, that if I'm not here, people die.
Ben: "If I'm not here people die." Listen, why don't you just let me take this little mental breakdown of yours and I'm gonna put it right here in my pocket and then that way you can piss off for the afternoon and you can let one of the 9,000 other doctors take care of things around here for you.
Dr. Cox: So you haven't noticed that my supporting cast in this Theater of Hell is a veritable who's who of incompetent puppets?