Dr. Cox: There is no one that I hate more than that Medusa. She is everything that's wrong with medicine and even knowing she's in the hospital makes me wanna tear someone's head off.
Elliot: Doctor Cox! Is this a good time, cause I just have a teeny, teeny, weeny little question about Mrs. Com's necrotizing fasciitis.
Dr. Cox: For you barbie, anything.
Elliot: Super!
Dr. Cox: But first an interesting sidenote. I actually had my physical last week and while my cholestorol was low, my blood pressure was through the roof. Needless to say, my physican was stumped, but now thank God, you helped to solve that riddle. You see because the very instant I heard your shrill voice whining about a teeny, weeny problem, aww it took every ounce of self-restraint I had to keep blood from shooting out my ears.
Elliot: Doesn't it seem like in the time it took you to say all of that you coulda just helped me out instead?
Dr. Cox: Well yes it does, but here that's what makes it delicious.