Dr. Miller: There's no music in my O.R., Hammer.
Turk: First of all, Hammer dance like this: Uh-oh! Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh! Uh-oh! Uh-oh! Hammertime! Second, I got your back, so why don't you cut me a little slack?
Dr. Cox: You have my back?
Turk: Anybody gives you any trouble, and I'll handle the guy.
Dr. Miller: 'Cause, uh, little ol' me can't.
Turk: Well, I didn't mean it that way.
Dr. Miller: You know what's worse than the basic knuckle-dragging scalpel jocks I usually work with? You. You are the worst kind of sexist. You're one of the sneaky ones who prides himself on saying all the right things when, deep down, what you really think is that I'm just a little girl who needs protecting. Now I would appreciate it if you would apologize.