Scrubs2001

Dr. Gross:
I got very drunk last night and I decided that I'm not giving up on you. So... how'd you do with my counting exercise?

Dr. Cox:
Honestly I tried it once and thought it was stupid.

Dr. Gross:
That's it. We're done.

Dr. Cox:
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa... you're dumping me?

Dr. Gross:
[sarcastically] I hope we can remain friends.

Dr. Cox:
[sarcastically too] Oh, now, please, don't take away the privilege of letting me pay you $200 an hour so I can drag my ass in here and watch you nod. God knows the only other place I can get that on the planet is my Brett Favre bobble-head doll.

Dr. Gross:
Fine! You wanna know what I really think? Your problem isn't that you make bad choices; it's that you identify the good choice and then intentionally do the opposite. It's... you see, behind this boorish bravado of yours, is a paralysing fear of letting anyone into your life! And it isn't because [mocking] you weren't loved when you were a kid... it's because you're so egocentric that the love wasn't enough! So you pulled pigtails and you pushed the fat kids into the dirt so no one could ignore little Perry. Well, little Perry is now 40 years old... and you're so invested in this narcissistic notion of yourself as "loner" that you can't quit! And you'll just keep dumping on everyone around you until eventually, and please trust me on this, there won't be anyone left.