Carla: Dr. Cox?
Dr. Cox: Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain.
Carla: Why aren't you freaking out? Look at him. I mean, your kid's all green and slimy.
Dr. Cox: I suppose it's because, when Jordan was pregnant, I mentally prepared myself for her giving birth to something green and slimy.
Carla: Where is Jordan anyway?
Dr. Cox: The wicked witch of the east wing?
[meanwhile:]
Jordan: Help! I'm melting in here! Anyone! Help! I'm melting!
[back:]
Dr. Cox: So he's green. Don't beat yourself up, Carla. Come on. I mean, so far, on my watch, he's gotten stitches, cut his own hair and eaten over four dollars in change. Honestly, if I ever need to feed the parking meter, I just check the diaper, don't I?