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i felt realy bad for him when all those ppl died because of the organ donations that didnt come through and the hospital broke out in a illness nd all those ppl died nd he blamed himself

Cox: Now, Everyone, please, please gather around. Now, I know that I'm pretty quick to jump on someone for making a mistake, but I have a child now, and I've come to realize that it is equally as important to recognize good work, as well. Now, Mr. Johnson down the hall was recently admitted with severe chest pain. Now, someone wanted to turf him to surgery, but another doctor took the time to talk to Mr. Johnson and found out he had been camping, which would indicate lime-stone poisoning. Now, would the fine doctor who did this fantastic act please raise his hand to be recognized by the group?
*No one raises their hands*
C'mon now, this is no time for modesty.
*Perry's own hand slowly raises itself. He looks at it, startled*
OH! Haha! It was Me!
*A general groan comes out from the collection of doctors.*
I know, I'm fantastic. I'm a giant brain in a ripped up body. People, I am Jesus H. Cox, M.D! But this wasn't a solo act, no, everyone! This was a team effort, so let me introduce you to the other players.
First there was the incompetent Intern that wrongly diagnosed Mr. Johnson.

Lenny: *Raising his hand enthusiastically* Right here, daddy!
J.D: Lenny, put your hand down!
Cox: And then there was the Resident that confirmed the wrong diagnosis.
J.D: In my defense, I was up late watching a "Makeover Woman" Marathon.
Cox: And, finally, there was the surgeon that wanted to crack open Mr. Johnson's chest like a walnut. Now, he's too shy to step foreward, so I'll just do it myself. He is SO black. SO bald. And he can't eat cupcakes because he has diabetes! Ladies and Gentlemen, Chris Turk!
Turk: Can you please just leave so we can get back to work?
Cox: No can do, Ghandi! Yousee, this diagnosing machine, this wonderful thing? Why, it runs solely on props, so I'm going to need everyone to cheer so that I may exit the room with my hands raised in the air in a victorious manner.

*Every unenthusiastically chants "Cox" as Cox leaves, basking in his self-made glory*
Cox: Me....Me! Oh, so Me!




Best. Scene. EVER.

Please, PLEASE. Do every man in the world a favor and just hang up your ovaries with your other child-hood memories. On behalf of all men everywhere, thanks.