Elderly Woman: What a sweet little angel. Can I just give him a little squeeze?
Jordan: Of course.
Dr. Cox: Back off there, lady. How's about you save up all that energy for the cruise? Go on, get out of here. [whistles] Hippity-hop to the barber shop. Come on, mom. Jordan, this hospital is literally crawling with germs and disease, and in all fairness, you don't know if that lady is a sickie or if she was here visiting a sickie and she ran her sickie hands all over her sickie face.

Jordan: I normally never let people touch him.
Janitor: Oh, really? Because these photographs would beg to differ. Old lady kissing Jack, teenage girl hugging Jack, homeless man holding Jack.
Dr. Cox: Jordan!
Jordan: It's just Carl. He holds Jack when I get a bikini wax.
Jordan: What's the matter with me? I mean, I don't think twice about people holding him, and yet I obsess about things like broken arms, broken legs, choking, kidnapping, drowning, silly putty, bad babysitters, pretty babysitters.
Dr. Cox: Yeah, I pretty much freak out over staph infections, blood disease, mumps, measles, sex, drugs, rock 'n roll, and definitely all registered Independents, so I think between us we've got it covered.

Girl: Giant man, why are you making that noise?
Janitor: Oh. Well, because my camera doesn't make a real sound, and it's more fun that way. See? You go... [imitates camera click] Look happy. [imitates camera click] Look sad. [imitates camera click] Look crazy. [imitates camera click] Look like you're going away.