Dr. Cox: Why are you doing this?
Jordan: I'll tell you why I'm doing this, Perry, because we've been dancing the same annoying dance for years now. One of us gets angry and walks away, and the other's too stubborn to go after them. Before you know it, you're sleeping with some toothpick-sized pharmaceutical rep, and I'm trying to convince my mom that the thing in my suitcase is a giant electric melon-baller. Well, guess what? Things are different now. We have a kid together. I'm not going home until you promise you're coming with me.
Dr. Cox: [kisses Jordan] You go home. I'll meet you there later.
Jordan: Bring dinner. You're a father. Can you believe it?
Dr. Cox: [to himself] Nope.