Elliot: Okay. The patient is in shock so the first thing we want to try to do is assess intervascular volume.
Dr. Cox: BZZZZZT!
Elliot: What, that’s right.
Dr. Cox: I know. I wasn’t bzzing you to indicate an incorrect answer. I was bzzing you because I was bored and I just thought that might drive you crazy.
Elliot: Ah, you’re a wonderful teacher! Now stop bzzing me in front of my residents. It’s unprofessional.
Dr. Cox: You’re right Barbie. Carry on.
Elliot: Ahem. So, when you’re dealing with cardiogenic shock… it’s best to start fluid resusita-
Dr. Cox: BONG!
![Dr. Cox: Lindsay, by you reaching the level of attending physician, you have somehow managed to become a member of a club that I belong to. Obviously there was no vote. Because if there had been, you would still hear the sound of my voice screaming, “Nay, nay, oh, dear God, one thousand times nay!” That being said, it’s my obligation to let you in on the organization’s one and only bylaw: We’re men.J.D.: Yes, we are.Dr. Cox: …The women are men. The children are men. The men, of course; men! So, I went ahead and took the liberty of making you five Man Cards. Hold them very dear, because every time you drop the ball, man-wise, I’m going to take one from you.J.D.: I don’t need your approval, or your stupid “Man Cards”! Although the lettering is darling. Have you ever done calligraphy?Dr. Cox: [Snatching one] Thank you.J.D.: Dammit!](http://4.media.tumblr.com/G57Zu7unymj0tiwcluADwfXho1_r1_500.jpg)
Dr. Cox: Lindsay, by you reaching the level of attending physician, you have somehow managed to become a member of a club that I belong to. Obviously there was no vote. Because if there had been, you would still hear the sound of my voice screaming, “Nay, nay, oh, dear God, one thousand times nay!” That being said, it’s my obligation to let you in on the organization’s one and only bylaw: We’re men.
J.D.: Yes, we are.
Dr. Cox: …The women are men. The children are men. The men, of course; men! So, I went ahead and took the liberty of making you five Man Cards. Hold them very dear, because every time you drop the ball, man-wise, I’m going to take one from you.
J.D.: I don’t need your approval, or your stupid “Man Cards”! Although the lettering is darling. Have you ever done calligraphy?
Dr. Cox: [Snatching one] Thank you.
J.D.: Dammit!
Lady, people aren’t chocolates. D’you know what they are mostly? Bastards. Bastard-coated bastards with bastard filling. But I don’t find them half as annoying as I find naive bubble-headed optimists who walk around vomiting sunshine.
