Cole: Hey, so you and me got off on the wrong foot. Nobody's fault. I mean, you put two alpha dogs in a cage, and there's bound be some barking, right? Woof! Woof!
Dr. Cox: Yes. Yes, we are exactly alike indeed.
Cole: See, you get it. Anyway, I just wanted to talk about my ranking before the newsletter comes out.
Dr. Cox: Spoiler alert, you're last.
Cole: Hey, Dr. Cox, please. If my dad reads I'm at the bottom, he might lose it and cut me off. Okay, I know I don't act like it sometimes, but I really do want to be a doctor.
Dr. Cox: Son, that is the first honest thing you've ever said to me.
Cole: Yeah, you know what it's like to have a miserable, judgmental bastard for a dad?
Dr. Cox: No. My father was so super sweet that my entire childhood was an endless parade of lollipops and hugs. Of course I do. Look, I can't just move you up in the rankings based on nothing, so for the next week, if I need something done, I'll go to you. We'll call it "extra credit."
Cole: Great.
Dr. Cox: In fact, go to bed 12. There is a very, very large sick man there who needs an alcohol bath all over his entire body.
Cole: Thank you for the opportunity. [exits]
Drew: So did he buy the whole newsletter rankings nonsense?
Dr. Cox: Like an elderly shut-in talking to a telemarketer.
Drew: Outstanding.