Why I continue to watch 'Scrubs'
I have mixed impressions of the new Scrubs: Med School reincarnation. The episodes were above the average of the last three seasons (post-JD's-having-a-baby surprise), but that's not saying much. The level of acceptance for boring, unsympathetic characters is incomprehensible. But there still remain moments of learning, or hope for those moments, I appreciate. One I ran across recently from earlier in the show's run:
Elliot: Dr. Cox — I just wanted to let you know that Turk did the right thing by taking my patients off of my service.
Dr. Cox: Noooo. What that yellow-bellied scalpel jock should have done was to go down to Surgery and schedule himself for an early morning add-a-pair-tomy. That way, if it took, he'd have the stones to at least come and talk to you next time he had a problem.
Elliot: I just can't seem to stop letting my life out there affect my life in here, you know?
Dr. Cox: Well, hell, Barbie… look at me. It's not like I've always been the centered, well-adjusted Guy Smiley you see walking up and down the halls of this dump. I mean, stuff like that takes time. But, eventually, you learn to keep your personal problems separate from this place.
Elliot: So, what do I do until then?
Dr. Cox: You get your damn life in order… Oh, and, Barbie? Let's say word were to get out that Uncle Cox was doling out the feel-goods? I'll make ya pay. Ya have no idea. Huge!
