Dr. Cox: You know, Carla, I gotta say your-your makeup today does not in any way make you look like a desperate bowling alley prostitute.
Carla: What's with the sweet talk?
Dr. Cox: Oh, maybe Kevin being here is making me regress. I mean, you realize that back when I was a resident, I was a kind lad.
Carla: You get out I know.
Dr. Cox: But soon enough I established myself as the best damn doctor that ever roamed around these filthy halls which is a curse, actually, because now I'm expected to make eye contact with every insult to medicine that comes into this dump.
J.D.: Here's that CT scan you ordered.
Dr. Cox: Thank you.
J.D.: [v.o.] Eye contact!