Dr. Cox: So you had a little stage fright. It's no big deal. Happened to me once.
Turk: Really?
Dr. Cox: I'd be more than glad to tell you what a lot of doctors do to relieve the stress. Take a little trip to Palm-dale.
Turk: What?
Dr. Cox: OK. Give yourself the old low five.
Turk: I'm not getting it.
Dr. Cox: Physician love thyself.
Turk: Are you talking about Downtown Lester Brown?
Dr. Cox: Lowers the heart rate, releases the endorphins. Basic physiology.
Turk: [laughs] OK, you almost had me. You're not serious?
Dr. Cox: Yes, I am.
Turk: No, you're not.
Dr. Cox: Yes.
Turk: No.

Dr. Cox: Nobody hurts Carla and gets away with it.
Doug: Who's Carla?
Dr. Cox: I was talking to myself. Don't eavesdrop. If this kid doesn't leave I'm gonna kill him. [Doug starts to get up] Now, if you leave, I'll know you were eavesdropping and I'll go and kill you anyway. Stay. Good girl.

Dr. Cox: Carla. Wow. You look great!
Carla: You're not messing with me, right?
Dr. Cox: No, but I'd like to.
Carla: Turk bought me this dress out of the blue. I guess he knew I'd love it.
Dr. Cox: Oh. Look, Carla, back when I was an intern, I remember the pressure being so insane, that the only way I could get by was to race home and even though my wife was already asleep, I'd gently wake her, look her in the eyes, and then I'd passive-aggressively torture her until she packed a bag and went to her mom's for the week. Does that help?
Carla: Like a big hug with words.
Dr. Cox: Hey. The point is just because a guy has problems expressing himself, that doesn't mean he doesn't need... you. Oh, boy. Women so don't get me. It's not even funny. It's mind-boggling, quite frankly. The whole thing is stunning.