Dr. Cox: How, uh, how old is this patient?
Elliot: Seventy-nine.
Dr. Cox: Uh-huh. And how old would you say he was when you started this procedure?
Elliot: [v.o.] The more I thought about how awesome Molly is, the more I got sick of Dr. Cox's crap.
Dr. Cox: Oh my God, I could fly to China, adopt a child, raise her and send her to medical school, and then train her to do this procedure in the time it's taking you to finish.
Elliot: [v.o.] Enough! He's never been there for you! Burn this bridge once and for all!
Dr. Cox: Barbie, honest to God, if you-
Elliot: You know what, Dr. Cox? I have so had it with this whole macho alpha-male thing, and I have heard every tired, recycled put-down you have in you. So, from now on, save your stupid lessons for someone who gives a frick, because honestly, I don't even wanna see you or the stupid poodle perm of yours unless it's walking away from me.
Elliot: [v.o.] God, that felt great! Huh. Hopefully it won't have ramifications for anyone else.