Dr. Cox Quote #475

Quote from Dr. Cox in My Last Chance

Dr. Cox: Sorry about your collarbone. Say, I've got a community service form here, would you sign it for me?
Denise: Sure thing, Per. So, you gonna come by and visit me later?
Dr. Cox: Denise, that's not very likely. And here's why: All you do is talk, talk, talk, talk, talk, talk, talk, talk, talk, talk, talk, talk, talk, talk, talk, talk. And when you're not talking, I'm betting you're thinking about talking. I mean, can I ask you a personal question? Have you ever had a thought that you didn't immediately verbalize?
Denise: Well, I don't know. That's a tough one, Per. Oh, look, the window's open again. You can see the moon.
Dr. Cox: Oh, my God. What happened in your life that made you so needy that you've got to fill every waking second by babbling on?
Denise: Fine, don't visit. My son will come.
Dr. Cox: And now we are right back on your son again. I'll be honest with you, I'm worried that I'm not going to be able to get your voice out of my head. It is a very real concern. [walks out into hallway]
E.M.T.: Hey, did you leave anything in the ambulance?
Dr. Cox: Only my will to live, why?
E.M.T.: Then I guess this is your partner's.
[After the E.M.T. hands Dr. Cox a baseball card, he recalls what Denise said earlier: "See, now, I got my son, Davey, a Ken Griffey Jr. card. Carries it with him wherever he goes. He's ten there. He'll always be that age to me. I wish I had more time with him, though." Dr. Cox returns to Denise's room.]
Dr. Cox: What happened to your son, Denise?
Denise: He died in an accident. Paramedics were amazing, though. That's actually the reason I became one. I really miss him, you know? [Dr. Cox gives her the baseball card] Thanks a lot.

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 ‘My Last Chance’ Quotes

Quote from Janitor

Janitor: You responsible for this head blood?
J.D.: Look, here's the bottom line: I am currently in possession of a note that would give me permission to have sex with a very beautiful woman, but I have no way of getting to her apartment.
Janitor: Then what are we waiting for. Get in. Come on! Let's go! Go, go, go, go!
[much later, the Janitor tosses J.D. out of the van in the middle of nowhere:]
J.D.: What are you doing!?
Janitor: It's been four years. How do you not get how this works?

Quote from J.D.

Dr. Molly Clock: Look, I'm sorry, but I'm attracted to damaged, dysfunctional people, and you're just too normal.
J.D.: [v.o.] Sometimes all it takes is a slammin' hottie to make you dig down deep and discover who you really are.
J.D.: My emotional journey began at five years old when I walked in on my parents having sex in a position my father would later playfully describe as "the jackhammer." I have a mentor that verbally abuses me every chance he gets, and no matter how much I try, I can't stop constantly narrating my own life.
J.D.: [v.o.] At that very moment, I feared I had divulged too much.
J.D.: Molly, I'm narcissistic, I'm pessimistic, I'm obsessive, I'm insecure. And I am so afraid of intimacy that every one of my relationships is a journey of self-sabotage that inevitably ends in a black vacuum of shattered expectations and despair.
Dr. Molly Clock: Wow.

Quote from J.D.

Elliot: How was it?
Dr. Molly Clock: Weird. His tongue was freezing.
[meanwhile:]
J.D.: I gave her the ol' ice tongue. It's easy to do, you just have to be really smooth.
[back:]
Dr. Molly Clock: He kept running to the kitchen to put ice on his tongue.
Elliot: I always hated ice tongue. And sometimes his lips seemed so greasy.
[meanwhile:]
J.D.: I'm telling you, Turk. Olive oil.
Turk: Dude, just because it's good on salad doesn't mean it's good on your lips.