Mr. Corman: Okay, I'll go practice, I'll tell you how it went. Just gimme your cell phone number.
Turk: All right, that's it. Look, Mr. Corman, I will see you whenever I have office hours, but I will not see you outside of this hospital. And there is no way that I would ever give you my cell phone number. No matter how awesome or perfect it may be! Are we clear on that?
Mr. Corman: Yes, doctor.
Janitor: [to Mr. Corman] Maybe it's just me, but I wouldn't put up with that.
Mr. Corman: I'm listening.