Dr. Cox: Carla. Wow. You look great!
Carla: You're not messing with me, right?
Dr. Cox: No, but I'd like to.
Carla: Turk bought me this dress out of the blue. I guess he knew I'd love it.
Dr. Cox: Oh. Look, Carla, back when I was an intern, I remember the pressure being so insane, that the only way I could get by was to race home and even though my wife was already asleep, I'd gently wake her, look her in the eyes, and then I'd passive-aggressively torture her until she packed a bag and went to her mom's for the week. Does that help?
Carla: Like a big hug with words.
Dr. Cox: Hey. The point is just because a guy has problems expressing himself, that doesn't mean he doesn't need... you. Oh, boy. Women so don't get me. It's not even funny. It's mind-boggling, quite frankly. The whole thing is stunning.