Dr. Molly Clock: Dr. Cox, I was wondering if we could talk about Miss Myers in my office?
Dr. Cox: Yeah, I make it a point to never enter a shrink's office unless I'm planning on grossly overpaying somebody for telling me something that I already know.
Mo;Look, you're obviously really distracted by the situation with your marriage.
Dr. Cox: Something I already know, what do I owe? Will ten bucks cover it?
Dr. Molly Clock: Oh, yeah!
Dr. Cox: Oh, you're gonna hang onto that?
Dr. Molly Clock: Yeah, you know, I forgot my lunch money, and it's kielbasa day in the cafeteria. Kielbasa! Love it.
Dr. Molly Clock: Anyway, Miss Myers really values your opinion, but I don't think you're even trying to understand how she feels.
Dr. Cox: Look, if I ever want your advice on one of my patients, I'll ask. But do not hold your breath, unless of course you can hold it for a really long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long time.
Dr. Molly Clock: I can't, I used to smoke. [Dr. Cox walks away] Kielbasa. Yes!

Dr. Cox: You. You went behind my back.
Dr. Molly Clock: I gave you every opportunity to do the right thing.
Dr. Cox: I'll tell you what, there, Miss Manners: Why don't you go ahead and gulp down that bear-sized bite, and then we'll talk.
Dr. Molly Clock: [chews for a long time] Yummy! Man, that is great kielbasa. But you can't really screw up kielbasa, can you? So, um, where were we?
Dr. Cox: Honest to God, I can't remember.

Dr. Molly Clock: Well, I'm sure he's more than a pet to Turk. I mean he's basically a link to his childhood.
Carla: He bought him eight years ago at a garage sale.
Dr. Molly Clock: Oh, well, then he's just a Nutter Butter.

Elliot: Anyway, because of the heroin use, surgery doesn't want to give Mr. Phillips a heart valve. So now an ethics committee is gonna decide if he gets the operation or not. And I'm freakin' out, because I've gotta go and argue his case at- Oh, my God! Is it already two o'clock!?
Dr. Molly Clock: Oh, relax, that's Greenland time. This way I remember to call my mom on her vacation before she goes on the boat.
Elliot: "The boat"?
Dr. Molly Clock: Yeah, she's been sleeping with a commercial salmon fisherman.
Elliot: How fun for her!

Dr. Molly Clock: See Dr. Kelso over there? I have to go over and justify my program for our psychotic homeless population? Am I scared to go over to his table of stuffy fat guys, 'cause I know they're just gonna stare and my chest the whole time? Of course. But I'm just gonna act confident, and they're gonna believe that I'm confident.
Elliot: [v.o.] Wow!
Dr. Molly Clock: Excuse me. Yeah, those are my boobs. [crosses her arms] Have you had time to go over my proposal?
Dr. Kelso: Ah, yes, medical care for crazy homeless people. Sounds like a money-maker.
Dr. Molly Clock: You know it's a good idea.
Elliot: [v.o.] As I watched Molly shielding her boobs and working her magic, I realized she wasn't just my friend she's the mentor I've always been looking for.

Dr. Molly Clock: Hey. Uh, we gotta do the dinner another night.
Elliot: How come?
Dr. Molly Clock: Well, Mike got up early this morning and he wanted to read the paper, and I don't get it, so then he went to the neighbors', and they don't get it either, so he broke into their garage and stole their car and wrapped it around a telephone pole.
Elliot: Oh my God, is he okay?
Mike: I've been better.
Dr. Molly Clock: Oh, sorry. Mike, Elliot. Elliot, Mike.
Elliot: Oh, that's great.
Dr. Molly Clock: I'll be right in. Elliot, I'm sorry-
Elliot: You don't have to say anything I know all about how it is when you think a guy is great and he ends up being a car thief.
Dr. Molly Clock: Well, you know, relationships are never perfect, and... And Mike's got a lot of potential. He's got the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen.
Elliot: [v.o.] Oh my God, my mentor's a crazy person!

Dr. Molly Clock: Hey, Carla, can you warn everyone that Mike gets a little handsy when he's on the pain-killers?
Carla: Dr. Vaji already told us.
Dr. Vaji: It was horrible.

Elliot: Hey, Molly? I was just wondering if I could get your advice on something. You know, if you're not too busy with Mike.
Dr. Molly Clock: Oh, actually we decided to take a little break.
Elliot: How long?
Dr. Molly Clock: Two-to-five years. I freaked you out a little bit with him, didn't I?
Elliot: I try not to judge.
Dr. Molly Clock: I know I should know better, I'm a shrink. But show me a guy who wants to get married and has a good job, and it's like snoozeville for me. But if you know a thirty-five-year-old who still lives at home with his mom and he still thinks his band can make it, tell me where to meet him so I can buy him dinner.

Dr. Molly Clock: Crab claw.
Elliot: Did you just pinch my arm fat?
Dr. Molly Clock: Yeah, does it make you mad?
Elliot: I don't know, it was kind of a-
Dr. Molly Clock: Crab claw.
Elliot: What are you doing!?
Dr. Molly Clock: I'm moving to Milwaukee for a psychiatric fellowship, and by pinching your arm I'm making you angry instead of feeling overwhelmed with sadness that I'm leaving.

J.D.: [v.o.] Thank god Turk left, because I can't think about sex anymore. Luckily for me, there isn't a whole lot of temptation in a hospital.
[fantasy: J.D. imagines Dr. Molly Clock posing seductively in her underwear:]
Dr. Molly Clock: Howdy, stranger. Do you still want me?
[reality:]
J.D.: Yes, please. [hugs air]
Dr. Molly Clock: Hey, stranger. [J.D. screams and falls backwards.] Ouch.