Lucy: Then their was our dysfunctional mom and dad.
Turk: How you holding up?
Dr. Cox: Fine. You?
Turk: All good. There's no way in hell you're beating me At "hands on a coma patient," so take your hands off. Quit.
Dr. Cox: I don't quit.
Turk: I don't quit more. [quietly] Oh, no, it's his grandson.
Boy: What are you doing to my grandpa?
Dr. Cox: Nice try. That's Dr. Etten's kid. Hey, you, next time try dialing down the acting a notch. Less is more. Go on, get outta here. Fake grandson? That is some weak sauce.