Elliot: You know, if you are still having problems with that picture, all you gotta do is agree to go to my wedding, and you can use our camera.
Dr. Cox: Blondie, as attached as I have indeed become to my patient, his death due to my inability to see a clear picture of his heart would still be a preferable alternative to actually having to hear you utter your self-written vows, "My dearest Keith, my heart was like a vault but you picked the lock like an apple thief who picks the first Golden Delicious of the fall harvest".
Elliot: Okay, first of all stop reading my wedding binder. It's private. And I cannot believe that you wouldn't wanna come see me start my life with my soulmate.
Dr. Cox: Soulmate? Try last resort. Let's just be honest for two seconds here. You basically lived in this dump for the last six years and there weren't that many guys to choose from once you eliminate the women and the gays, the too old, the too poor, the ones who just barely beat the wrap for murdering their first wife, and of course, Ted.
Ted: No!
Dr. Cox: Well then, what's left?