Character: Dr. Perry Cox. Page 2

But there is good news, it's never too late to change. All you need is to shake things up. Shake yourself and others.

You should be tested for drugs, you have some nonsense in your head.

Good morning to those for whom I drink so much.

Oh, my God, kandidaat, maybe we should fill the patient with the caramel, so you came at last?

- Do you know what I mean?!
- If I have to continue to listen to this nonsense, then you need to drink something stronger...
- I hate you.
- I love you too, honey.
- It is logical.

After surgery, Jordan was lying in bed, but Dr. Cox - no.
- I made you Breakfast, licked the kitchen and on the way to work will drop Jack at daycare. What else I can do for you?
- I want you walked into a video store and bought any movie with Viggo something-sen. I want mineral water without gas, fat in chocolate, cheese with pepper and tomato picture of Bush that I planted last spring - suddenly it snail. And if you meet a neighbor Lena on the bottom floor, make your eyes roll back and say "whore": like as not she, but that she had heard. And be home by half past six, because you'll have to email Jack before I start to cook me dinner.
- Look, I don't have time for suicide.

- So, the patient 41 years old, he is orange as a basketball. Who knows why?
He may have used bronzer? I tried, too, the whole orange went.
- No, the skin does not found any impurities. But you have done that confessed their orientation.

- For those who love God all things work together for good. To the Romans. 8:28
Bullshit. Perry Cox. Of 1.82, 90 kg after dinner.

Honestly, I haven't been this happy since Christmas when I was seven years old when my father showed me how to make a snow angel. Well, actually he just drank himself to attack, fell in the snow, but his hands and feet are so expressive twitched back and forth as the medics from the Ambulance said that in my life seen such a wonderful snow angel.

You make me so angry that I will hurt myself!

Look, we're men! Someone a little more, some a little less, but still...

- Well, what are you gonna do, wimp? Give me the eye?
Maybe.
- Pray to God after I died. Because if I survive, you're dead. Oh, what a cake.

- Why did you resigned?
You said there is a bureaucracy, I don't want to be unhappy.
- You know you like it.
- I will hate.
You already hate. Know why you refused? Because you're a scared little pussy.
- What?
- What, you hard of hearing? The lugs have a small pussy.
- Bob, don't get cocky.
- Well, I'm sorry, can you mood will rise if you coil errands. And, pussy?

- I trusted you.
- Not the most wise decision you make.