Dr. Cox: Hey, look, Gandhi, now just because you broke out your little Fisher-Price surgery set and somehow managed to not kill somebody for once, doesn't mean you're queen of the world.
Turk: You think you could do better, old man?
Dr. Cox: Watch and learn. [jumps] How's that taste? Is it delicious? Oh? [lands; bones crack]
Dr. Cox: [v.o.] Oh, Lord. My back.
Carla: Are you okay?
Dr. Cox: Come on, I'm simply posing so your boyfriend can get a picture of me for his "People Who Make Me Feel Like a Little Girl" scrapbook. Hah! [whimpers] Oh, God.