Denise: [singing] Doctor, doctor, gimme the news I got a-
Dr. Cox: Yeah, I'm not a big car-singing kind of guy.
Denise: Aww, "Bad case of loving you," Per. Come on, where's the fun? You know, you don't get this kind of rush on a normal job. You don't, you don't, you don't, you don't, you don't. You know what I'm saying?
Dr. Cox: You're saying you don't.
Denise: Well, Per, sometimes you do. Oh, are you looking at my boy, Davey? He's ten there. He'll always be that age to me.
Dr. Cox: Can't take my eyes off of him.
Denise: I don't blame you, he's gorgeous. He looks just like his mama. I'm kidding! I wish we had more time together, I do. Boy, you wouldn't believe when we started school. First day he cried, second day I cried, third day we both cried. Not 'cause of school, 'cause we had a go-cart accident. Think it's how my nose got bent. Who knows? Nose knows. I love words. Don't you love words?
Dr. Cox: I like "strangle."