J.D.: Turk, the way I see it, you got two options: You can go hard-core with Mr. Corman, slap a restraining order on him and switch him to another doctor.
Turk: Guy's a pain in the ass, but I can't do that to him.
Elliot: Then you just have to re-establish your boundaries and wean him off the home visits. It's easy. 'course, you'll definitely have to change your cell phone number.
[later:]
Turk: Mr. Corman, I filed a restraining order. Which means if you come to my house, call my cell phone-
Mr. Corman: Excuse me, I know what a restraining order is. You act like I've never dated.
Turk: Bye, Mr. Corman.