All language subtitles for Scrubs - 3x03 - My White Whale

Mornings in a hospital are
filled with possibilities.

You could encounter a disease
you've never seen before.

Make a life-saving diagnosis. Or
try out the best new nickname _ever_.

Good morning, Black Whale.

No.

No to "black" or no to "whale"?

Just no.

Hey, idiot.

I said "idiot" and you looked.

I looked because you did the "hey
idiot" thing to me, like, six months ago.

Did you look then?

Yeah.

Heh.

You know what? I think you're
out of ways to bother me.

No, you're wrong.

Think of a way to annoy me right now.

That's what I thought.

Come here, Aquaman. One more patient
and then we're gettin' out of here.

So Elliot's marine biologist
boyfriend comes back for the weekend

just as my girlfriend
leaves town for the holidays.

But you know what? It doesn't bother me!

J.D., Sean's gonna let me swim
with the dolphins this weekend.

Oh really, that's great,
I hope they don't maul you.

Relax Elliot, dolphins love people.

H-how'd you get that giant
scar on your leg again?

Oh, parachute pants. Yeah,
it got caught in the zipper.

Right.

You're lying already! I love that!

Well, it wasn't even
a dolphin that bit me.

What was it?

Black whale.

You rang?

Yes! I knew you'd end up liking it!

Mrs. Cantwell, just have to
give you a quick pelvic exam,

so throw your feet up in these stirrups
here and, uh, scoot your tushie down.

Come on, Sean, let's go!

Shouldn't you at least
buy her breakfast?

Elliot, don't be embarrassed. You're
not the first person to give a patient

an orgasm during a
pelvic exam. No one cares.

Please, I'm sure the two of
you haven't stopped obsessing

about it since the second it happened.

Woman, we're professionals.
Isn't that right, Dr. Dorian?

52? Mrs. Cantwell, you
don't look a day over 25.

Dude!

Oh, I'm sorry. What--what's up?
What's happening with the other thing?

That's great.

Elliot come on, I have never heard
a woman make sounds like that!

Oh, I'm sure you haven't.

See, it's funny because you've
never really satisfied a woman!

Well, you might want to
double-check with YOUR MOM!

Around here we all
make fun of each other.

Except for Carla. _No
one_ makes fun of Carla.

Got a gross of bedpans here, and
where should I pick up my medal?

For what?

For reading your chicken-scratch
handwriting. Who is with me?

Listen, I run back and forth for
18 hours a day between patients

who _might_ die and patients who
_will_ die, and if I find time

to write an order for bedpans, I
write it fast. So you will forgive me

if I don't feel like being
judged by some guy in his thirties

who still wears shorts to work!

Now, go ahead and say the only three words
I want to hear coming out of your mouth.

S-sign here, please?

Thanks again for holding
the door for me back there.

In my defense, I didn't know
you were behind me because

I didn't hear anybody telling
me what a horrible person I am.

Heeey! How are the new happy parents?

Oh, I'm living my dream.
Have a great day today.

Hurry home tonight so you can ignore
your son and not do your share.

You make me want to kill myself and
everybody around me! Ohh...Come, Dixie.

So, uh, you and Jordan...huh?
You wanna talk about it?

I do, but not here, because I'll probably
just oh...cry...and it's too late!

Here I swore I wouldn't do this.
Come on, Perry, get it together.

Get it together. Get it to--you
stop it! You stop it! You stop it!

You stop it! Stop it!
Stop it! Stop it! Huuuuah!

Come on, you idiot.

Heyyy fellas, what's the good word?

Uh, Mr. Randolph, your PSA number's gone
up quite a bit since your last blood test.

Now, this could be from the
prostatitis, we won't know for sure

until your biopsy results come
back later on this afternoon.

But I feel pretty certain that
we're gonna find something.

Oh for God's sake Catherine,
stop making a scene!

I'm sorry doctors, but she
gets a little emotional.

Are you two WASPs?

Episcopalian. Why?

I can't believe you would
veto the French Riviera

for our honeymoon because
of the nude beaches.

Baby, the whole point of
marriage is that I'm the only one

who gets to see your
candies and whatnot.

I gotta go. Meet me in
the On-Call room in an hour,

I have a very sexy surprise for you.

Oh? Hell yeah.

This guy's sick.

Thanks.

You're stupid!

See, now you're just embarrassing
yourself. Pick someone else to annoy!

I don't pick 'em. They pick me!

You know, loose debris can get sucked
up into the air conditioning vents.

And when that happens, I
have to spend the entire day

crawling around inside the wall,
and I don't like that. You know why?

'Cause there's not enough air.
I spent a day inside that wall

thinking I was a mermaid. So here's the
thing: you don't throw around loose trash,

and I won't have to waste an
entire workday granting the wishes

of imaginary fisherman. 'Kay?

Dude, I'm not scared of you.
Life's too good. I'm untouchable.

That's what I hoped you'd say.

Dr. Murphy, how about you
start us off by describing

the medical condition of
your patient Mr. Eronson here.

He's got hypertrophic cardiomyopathy with
severe secondary pulmonary hypertension.

Wrong. He's dead. Another one
bites the dust, huh, sport?

Next contestant, Dr. Reid.

Mr. Murdock was admitted
with a COPD exacerbation;

he responded well to antibiotics and
bronchial dilators but he did develop a rash

on his, um...private area.

Sorry, on his what?

His peepers.

Excuse me?

His schwing-schwong.

Dr. Reid, it's bad enough you run out on
a patient in the middle of a pelvic exam.

But you are a doctor, and you need to
be able to say simple clinical words

like "penis," or "vagina," or "anal."

"Anal" is not a dirty word, sir.

Tell that to my wife.

The, uh, the biopsy's back and I'm
afraid it's positive for prostate cancer.

Rats! Excuse my language,
dear. You know what, Catherine,

I can see this conversation being
riddled with that kind of talk.

Perhaps you should
wait out in the hallway.

Uh, you know sir, I know that it's
cancer, but I'm not really worried.

Excuse me, am I confusing
cancer with some other disease?

No you're not. I think
what Captain Bedside here

is _trying_ to say is that it
hasn't spread to the lymph nodes yet,

so it's still quite easily operable.

Yes, and there's an opening in surgery
tonight, I managed to jam you in.

Look, I know this is happening awfully
fast, you must have a lot of emotions

swirling around, but I want you to know
if you have any questions at all, I'm here.

Do you know what channel
that Queer Guy show is on?

It's okay, tell him.

Bravo, Tuesdays at 10,
9 central, 8 Mountain.

Oh, lookathat, message from Jordan.

How's it going?

Just great.

Hey, watch it!

Dr. Cox, we've known each
other for over two years....

Let me in, okay? Help me help you.
Help me help you, help me help you

Stop it.

Fine, Newbie! Let me--let me tell you
a little story. It starts every day

at 5 in the morning -- which is just about the
time that you're setting your hair for work --

when I am awakened by a sound: Is that
a cat being gutted by a fishing knife?

Nooo! That's my son. He's hungry and
he's got a load in his pants so big

that I'm actually considering hiring a
stable boy. But, I go ahead and dig in;

because I do love the lad and,
well gosh, you know me, I'm a giver.

And I'm off to the hospital, where my cup
runneth over with both quality colleagues,

such as yourself, and a proverbial
clown-car full of sick people.

But, what the hey, my pay is about the same
as guys who break rocks with other rocks

and I only have to work three or four hundred
hours a week, so, so far I'm a pretty happy camper!

And then I head back home where I'm greeted
by the faint musk of baby vomit in a house

that used to smell like, well...nothing!
Nothing! Nothing! I-i-in fact it used

to smell like nothing at all. And all I want to
do before I restart this whole glorious cycle is,

you know, maybe lay on the couch and have
a beer and watch some SportsCenter and,

I'm if I'm not too sweaty from the days
labors, stick my hand right down my pants,

buuut apparently that's not in Jordan's
definition of "pulling your weight".

So, uh, there you are,
superstar. Fix that.

Well, that's easy! Just tell her
about it. Tell her everything you feel.

Should I give her every reason
to accept that I'm for real?

First of all, no one understands
relationships like Billy Joel, okay?

"Uptown Girl" got me through high
school -- long story for another day.

Secondly, you don't want to end
up like the Randolphs back there,

just not saying a word
to each other, do you?

You wish _we_ were more like
the Randolphs, don't you?

God save me, I do. I reeeeally do!

Come here.

So, here's your surprise: You know
we'll be getting married in six months...

And I just thought it
would be so...hot...

Yeah?

...if we didn't have sex
again until our wedding night.

Can you imagine how
great that night will be?

So great! Um, how about this, though: How
about...you stop having sex, but I keep having sex?

You mean like an affair?

No! I'll just have sex with
you when you're sleeping.

Turk, how can you not think
this idea is so romantic?

Maybe you got me confused with that
little Amish boy you used to date.

Untouchable, eh?

Hey, Dr. Kelso, none of my
patients have died today.

Really? Mr. Ferguson's
corpse begs to differ.

Darn it!

Oh, and Dr. Reid, your patient, Mrs.
Burke, has developed a urinary infection.

Apparently it hurts when she makes
wizzie-winkles through her sea-biscuit.

You know, it's not my fault that
dirty stuff makes me uncomfortable.

Oh, who's fault is it?

But more important than anything, more
important than never letting yourself get fat,

is never let a man put his dirty
howdoyoudo into your bajingo.

Jorge! I need to see
you in the potting shed.

She was always yelling at Jorge in that
potting shed. But she never fired him.

Even after he kidnapped her
and took her to Acapulco....

J.D., how am I supposed to reverse
26 years of uptight repression?

This is a job for Miss
Busybody Smartypants!

I know what you have to do, and
I'm gonna help you through this.

Dude, I'm dying here.

Turk, it's been like eighteen
hours since you had sex.

I'm saying, this is torture!

So why don't you just,
like, "take care of yo'self"?

Man, you know I don't do that.

You don't?

Nah, I only did that
like twice in my life.

Same here.

If by "in my life" you
mean "since dinner".

I gotta go to sleep, I'm tired.

Ohhhhh, my little newbie-doobie-doo! Say,
that whole "telling Jordan how I feel" thing

just went terrific, thank you for that. Now I
need a place to crash. Where's Naomi's bedroom?

Good night, roomies.

We gotta get that lock fixed.

The only lock I gotta get fixed is
the one connected to Carla's panties.

I need to get a key. I need to call a
locksmith. I thought I was the locksmith, man.

Then she cut me off, man, just like that.
Full prison lock-down, no one gets in or out.

Man, that's tough.

If you're not gonna use
my bed, can I use it?

No you may not, on account of this
whole Jordan situation being your fault.

You told her that spending the day
with the baby isn't really a job

and that it's turned her
into an inflexible shrew!

Newbie, you told me to tell her
exactly how I feel, I did just that.

Now you'll remain on the floor until
you come up with a new plan for me.

You know, Dr. Cox, I--I know this is
tough on you what with you being psychotic

and all, but, I'm out, okay? It's 3
a.m. and there's nothing in the world

that's gonna keep me from
going to sleep right now.

What do you mean you changed
your mind about surgery?

Catherine downloaded some
information on alternative treatments

diet, exercise, seed implants....

No, sir, those are, at best, a
stall. Now I know there's trepidation

when you talk about surgery
in the area of the penis--

Whoa! Quick pause on the
guttertalk! Catherine, hallway.

Look, I

Go.

I know there are possible side-effects,
but the incontinence goes away

with most patients, and sexual
dysfunction can be treated with anything

from Viagra to a penis pump.

Penis pump? That sounds awkward.

Doesn't have to be.

Wow! It's a giraffe!

End of discussion! I'm not having the
surgery. Although I don't mind that

they've shaved me already. Proportionately,
everything seems much...grander.

All right, Elliot, you just have to ease
into it, okay? Let's forget about patients

for now and start with this.

Ohh, my God! She's got a tattoo of
a teardrop on her bajingo! Is it sad?

Her _vagina_, Elliot, she has a
tattoo on her beautiful vagina.

Awwwh! This just isn't fair.
Not fair at all. It's ridiculous!

This is stupid!

Elliot, I'm just trying to help.

Yeah, you know what Carla, I don't
remember asking for your help, okay?

It does look a little
sad. They always do.

Hey!

This is a hospital, why
are you playing that song?

Ohh! You mean "We Don't
Have To Take Our Clothes Off"

Jermaine Stewart's classic anthem
to platonic love. No reason.

Whatever it is you're trying
to do, it's not working.

'Course not, not with you.
You're, uh...what'd you say?

Untouchable. Well, anyway, back to work.

New friend!

Mr. Greenberg needs 2.4
milliunits of penicillin IM.

Why, does he have a
spinkle in his gherkin?

Carla, you're right, okay? That
stuff makes me uncomfortable,

and there was a time when that
would've sent me into a shame spiral,

but now I'm just gonna get over
it at my own pace. And until then,

I honestly don't mind that you're
making fun of me, but what does bother me

is that no one is ever
allowed to make fun of you.

People can make fun of me.

Come on! What about that delivery guy yesterday?
I mean, you practically tore him a new binglebore.

But he's not my friend. My friends
can make fun of me whenever they want.

Really? Well, then, in that case
you're a know-it-all smartypants

and if you're not telling someone what
to do, you're probably not talking.

Okay, I guess I can be a little bossy.

A little? Girl, please! If you
met Jesus hisself, you'd be trying

to tell him where to park his donkey.

Oh, are we allowed to do this now? What
about that whole, like, hands on the hips,

"Carla from the block" thing she
does when she's mad -- when she's like

"Oh, Bambi, you do _not_ want
to mess me with right now."

You do sound like that.

Careful Doug, we are not that close yet.

"Careful, Doug."

"Doug, you better be
careful, 'cause I'm Carla."

Mr. Randolph.

What's he doing here? You
know I don't like these people.

Surgeons. Not African-Americans.

Oh!... We're actually
saying "black" now, sir.

I was right, Catherine!

Listen sir, I brought Dr. Turk here to
help you get over your fear of surgery.

I'm not scared.

Then what is it?

I don't know if you've noticed, but Catherine
and I don't always communicate that well.

No, I
can't--

You're joshing!

No, it's true. But when I lay that beautiful
woman down onto our bed to make love

Wow.

Oh, God.

the walls come tumbling down. It's the
one place that I can tell her how wonderful

and beautiful she is, and how
I would be lost without her.

Now I know I will probably have
to have this surgery eventually,

but until then I am not going to risk losing
the one thing that keeps me close to her.

Not until I absolutely have to.

Yes dear, you can come in.

Maybe the dirty little secret about
sex is that it isn't so dirty after all.

Do you think you could try
to be a tiny bit mature?

Oh, this is me mature.

Uh, excuse me.

Whaaat?!

Okay, so there's that.... Uh, look,
I realize I let you down before,

and I was thinking I could make it up to you
by, you know, maybe baby-sitting sometime.

The weird thing is, even though it's
natural, sex can make us uncomfortable.

You have a...penis.
And I...have a vagina!

That is so hot.

But if we work at it, we can
get beyond that discomfort.

And realize that sex can
actually be a comfort.

Hey, baby. I was just with a patient who
made me understand what romance really means.

So as far as this no-sex thing
goes, I'm with you a hundred percent.

Everyone I know just spent the last two hours
listing my faults. I wanna have sex. Now.

I'll get the condoms.

Sorry.

Sex can even be a cure.

Whoa, that was.... Well,
why were you so angry at me?

Oh, I don't even remember.

How do I know all this? Because no one
understands how important sex is better

than someone who isn't having any.

Helloooo, Cinemax.