Jordan: Well, the cars's here, for some reason it was half an hour early.
Dr. Cox: No, that was me.
Jordan: You know, you're gonna miss me more than I miss you. Oh, please, underneath those four pounds of makeup and quarter inch of synthetically-paralyzed skin, there is a fightened little drunk girl that I can already hear blubbering on the phone, "Oh Pe-rry I miss You So... Ah!"
Jordan: This is you: "Oh Jordan, please come home. Please!"
Dr. Cox: Ah!
Jordan: Uh!
Dr. Cox: Ah!
Jordan: Uh! See? This is why we're a great couple. Bet you call me before I call you, you pathetic wuss!
Dr. Cox: You're on.