Scrubs Dr Cox Quotes Novels & Stories

“Are you ready to come to scoop me from here? So I could tell your men to cruise the car all the way home.” “All right, ma'am. I'll be there…” I had never felt so youthful in a while. I was suddenly forgetting about all that had happened so far and the things the doctor had pointed out to me. I hung up with a slight smile on my face. “Now you're smiling… seems like she's a much better therapist than I would ever be.” Dr. Meyers teased as he smiled at me. “You can go scoop her.” “Aye aye…” I said as I let out a smile. “Thanks a lot, doc. I appreciate. You're more like family to me now…”

“She is one of the brilliant minds we were lucky to recruit three years ago, she will be finishing her internship in two weeks now. I doubt Memorial would want to lose her—” “Such glowing praise from one of the best Surgeons in the world, Doctor Roberts, you are so lucky!” the mayor said, beaming at me. “Believe me, I have bruises to show for those reviews—” I said, giving him a side glance. The others laughed. Cole merely smiled, not looking my way and when he did, his eyes were dark and intense. ‘Christ! He is such a beautiful man!’ I thought to myself. A slow grin tugged the corners of his lips as if he could see through me and knew my thoughts. I swallowed and looked away.

Doctor Jacobs said dispassionately. “Mason!” Troy snapped. “What the hell, man?” The doctor scrubbed his hands over his face. “I’m sorry. It’s been a long…century. This shit just never ends, does it?” “I am trying to end it!” Troy snapped. “A little support and compassion every so often would be fucking nice, you know?” “You’re right. I’m sorry.” “Hm,” my mate grunted. “Get out.” I opened my mouth to ask Troy what was wrong with the doctor that had always been so kind and compassionate towards me, but he held up his hand, silencing me. “You need to put everything else from your mind and focus. Can you do that?”

He’s so lucky he’s not my boyfriend. I snort. “Sha. Right. I could have a good time anywhere. I could have a good time in a garbage dump.” Good work, Quin. That was sexy. I battle not to roll my eyes at my own self. I am so losing my touch. “Sounds interesting,” Mick says, just before taking a long swig of his drink. “Are you supposed to be drinking while you’re on that pain medication?” I’m going to go ahead and forgive him for calling me stuck up. He’s definitely on drugs.

And Maxwell Cox currently looks one inconvenience away from committing tax fraud on live television. Honestly, I almost feel bad for him. Almost. “You’re cruel,” my partner says. “I’m efficient.” His laughter deepens. Behind Maxwell, Victor Cox stands speaking with a senator, though his attention drifts occasionally toward the ballroom instead of the conversation itself. Toward Durrell, toward Ariana. Toward everything happening tonight. Victor always notices more than he says, and that’s what makes him dangerous. “Excuse me a moment,” I tell my partner as the song ends.

Beth I stared at the message a moment longer, Dr. Cole’s words still lingering in my head. “Dr. Silver Fox & Sexy Young Buck Women’s Health Services.” Honestly, the man needed help. Possibly a muzzle. Definitely a warning label. He was ridiculous. Ridiculous and—God help me—kind of hot when he was like this. But damned if he didn’t know how to snap me out of a spiral. My thumbs hovered over the screen as I smirked to myself, then started typing.

"I'm off to order those tests. You just keep your cool and roll with the punches. I believe you will be completely fine." That's OK. That's correct. During my... vision? my note pad had fallen to the floor. Yes, I suppose that might be called a vision. I took it up and checked numerous items off my list. At the very least, my discussion with Dr. Scott provided some answers. Unfortunately, it generated a slew of others to which I don't believe any of us had answers.

She suddenly asked. The coffee he had just sipped suddenly flowed down the wrong way and he coughed, spilling some on his hands. “What feelings? I don't know what you're talking about….” He coughed again and took another sip of the warm liquid. “You don't need to pretend about anything here, Mr. Scott. You just spent the past few minutes talking about her…” she began, her calm voice grating on his nerves. “I was talking about my day” he snapped. Dr. Brown's smile only got wider. This wasn't funny. It was almost like she could read every thought in his head and he hated it. Why did she have to be so smart?

He said scrubbing his hands. “I myself didn't know” I said trying to ignore him, Bryan talks way too much, everyone tries to avoid him because of it. “You know, when i joined this hospital, i didn't expect to meet beautiful girls like you. I thought it'd be filled with old bald men as doctors” He said leaning over the tap. I decided to ignore him cause this isn't the first time he threw comments like this at me. “We have a surgery to perform bryan” I said walking past him into the theatre after performing my surgical scrub and putting on the surgical gown.

“There is an old saying, ‘Be careful what you wish for, you just might get it.’ I think the saying stops before completing the thought. It should be, ‘Be careful what you wish for, you just might get it in a totally unexpected way and an unbelievably different form’.” Dr. Joseph Covington said nothing as he continued to move his pen over the pad of paper he kept propped against the highest point of his bent knee as his long, lean leg rested across the top of his other leg. He looked far more comfortable than Davina felt. She shifted in her seat as she waited for him to say something, anything. If he didn’t soon she promised herself she’d reach over and grab that pen right from his boney