Carla: Hey, sunshine. You gonna at least say hello? Nothing? Listen I know you keep blaming yourself for this, but you just can't. When my mom died, I thought that because I was a nurse I should have been able to prevent it somehow. But over time I realized that bad things are going to happen and beating yourself up isn't going to help anyone.
[Dr. Cox gets up]
Carla: That's it, sweetie. Come here. Come here.
[Dr. Cox goes to his bar and gets another bottle of scotch]