Dr. Cox: And last but not least, there was the surgeon who wanted to crack open Mr. Blake's chest like a walnut and put in a pacemaker that he didn't even need. Now, he's too modest to introduce himself to the group, so I'll do the honors. He is so black, so bald, and he can't eat cupcakes because he's got diabetes. Ladies and gentlemen, Chris Turk.
Turk: Can you just get out of here so we can get back to work?
Dr. Cox: Not until people start chanting my name, so that I can exit the room with my hands held high above my head in a victorious gesture. Capisce? See, this diagnosing machine - this fabulous thing - well, it runs on props, so I'm going to need to hear it. Come now.
All: Cox. Cox. Cox.
Dr. Cox: Me. Me. Me. Oh, so me!