Dr. Cox: Ah, cry me a river. You know what Gandhi's wife made me do this afternoon because I supposedly crushed his spirit?
Turk: What?
[flashback to Dr. Cox on the tennis court with Mr. Corman:]
Mr. Corman: Ever since the surgery I've been serving lefty. It's a little unpredictable, but I'm getting some good heat.
Dr. Cox: Can't wait to see it.
[Dr. Cox is catapulted into the fence as he's struck by Mr. Corman's serve]
Mr. Corman: Hit you on the fly! Fifteen-love!