Dr. Cox: Blondie, he is private practice. Those guys are cocky jackasses who don't give two shakes about anybody else's opinion but their own. They're... They're me, with one addendum: They're whores. And I'm not talking about the good kind of whores like my ex-wife. They're whores for money.
Elliot: Is that a tip jar?
Dr. Cox: Look I'm figurin' if those lumps down at the coffee shop can have one, I can, too. Listen to me. You may like Turner right now, but he is a doctor, and doctors make terrible patients. Sooner or later, they all try to treat themselves.