Dr. Cox: Uh, Carla. Carla, have you, uh, have you seen Newbie?
Carla: Oh, he got off your leash?
Dr. Cox: laughing Give me a break. The kid's like... he's like a... have you ever seen a drunk baby?
Carla stares at him
Dr. Cox: Eh, it's a long story involving my son, a rum cake, and a low counter. Suffice to say, it turns out that, at first, it's... it's endearing to watch them bounce off of the walls, but man... you take your eyes off them for one second...
hits the table
Dr. Cox: ...and bam! They got a bucket on their head, and they're plowing right through your brand new flat screen TV.
Dr. Cox: God save me, it was barely out of the box.
Carla continues to stare at him
Dr. Cox: The point is... Newbie is my drunk baby.
Dr. Cox: Oh, gosh, Shannon, thank you so much for clarifying my point by repeating it word for word. And now, in a reciprocal gesture, can I be included in the planning of your coming-out party?
J.D.: Is that a gay joke?
Dr. Cox: No, it's a cotillion joke. My God, Newbie, it's been two furiously frustrating years - ho...