Gina Russo: What's the matter Christian, not attracted to pregnant women?
Christian Troy: No, just not attracted to you.
Christian Troy: You didn't have an orgasm, is that right?
Grace Santiago: Not a shudder.
Christian Troy: You're a liar. I rode you like a triple crown jockey, and you came.
Grace Santiago: Get out of my face right now.
Christian Troy: I counted each contraction. Three times. Or were you doing your Kegel exercises?
Grace Santiago: [whispers] Lock the door.
[at the start of a consultation]
Sean/Christian: Tell me what you don't like about yourself?
Julia McNamara: Do you know how long it has been since I have heard you laugh? Since I have even seen you be emotional about anything? Jesus, Sean, I haven't seen you cry since Matt was born.
Sean McNamara: I'm not going to apologize for that. I'm a surgeon. If I get emotional patients die.
Julia McNamara: I'm not one of your patients, Sean! I'm your wife! And on your watch, a death has occurred, the death of you and me. This marriage doesn't even have a pulse anymore.
Christian Troy: Can I buy you a drink?
Kimberly Henry: I don't drink.
Christian Troy: May I but you an appetizer?
Kimberly Henry: I don't eat. I'm a model.
Sean McNamara: Matt's having trouble at school, and he told you this?
Christian Troy: He's torn up. I guess he was showering in gym and shit and some tough guys were laughing at him and calling him AntEater.
Sean McNamara: AntEater?
Christian Troy: Basically, he's self-conscious about his dick, and he wants a circumcision.
Sean McNamara: He doesn't need a circumcision. That's a vanity operation.
Christian Troy: We're in the vanity business, Sean. It's what we do. Appearance is everything to a kid. It's how you fit in. Snip, snip, he feels better about himself, and you, sir, can make that happen. How cool is fatherhood?
Sean McNamara: I'm not doing anything to my son's penis or my wife's breasts. I don't want my family infected by what we do here.
Kimberly Henry: I don't understand this! I haven't heard form him since my operation. It thought that we were gonna be together.
Sean McNamara: Ms. Henry, I think you're confusing Dr. Troy's pleasant and very thorough bedside manner with real emotions.
Liz Winters: If it's any consolation to ya, honey, you're not the first girl he's done this to, but at least you got a good set of tits out of it, so heal in more ways than one and just go on with your life.
[during an operation]
Sean McNamara: You're shaving too deep.
Christian Troy: It's fine.
Sean McNamara: Do you want it fine or do you want it perfect?
Christian: [about Dr. Santiago] She's a troublemaker and her shoes are cheap.
Christian: The line that divides the porn industry and the plastic surgery is a thin one. We're both selling fantasy, aren't we?
Christian Troy: I think I work better on women I've screwed. Once you've seen a woman's cumface, you've seen her soul.
Kimberly Henry: FYI, I met some movie producers who think I'm the bomb. They can't wait to get into the Kimber Henry business.
Gina Russo: My tits are ripe. And this blouse is silk, stains are forever. So, I need you to suck it up.
Grace Santiago: I keep forgetting about the hierarchy of McNamara/Troy, I keep imagining I'm apart of it.
Sean McNamara: You were brought aboard with the promise of parity.
Grace Santiago: What about respect? It's because I slept with Christian, isn't it? Suddenly I'm no longer a professional with credentials, I'm just his latest conquest.
Sean McNamara: I'm not here to pass judgement on your promiscuity.
Grace Santiago: Why don't you admit it Sean. You're operating out of repressed rage because I rejected you and slept with your partner.
Sean McNamara: Dr. Santiago, as a professional, it should have been obvious when I came on to you that I was acting out because of trouble with my marriage, it wasn't personal. It could have been anyone after you.
[Grace storms off]
Christian Troy: You had no right to fire my nanny.
Gina Russo: I don't want my child around cheap common whores.
Christian Troy: He's around you all the time. Oh correction, you're an expensive whore.
Dr. Erica Noughton: Why? Do you have a sub-conscious desire to harm me?
Sean McNamara: I assure you, any desire I have to harm you is totally conscious.
Salesman: You liked Gina before she conceived, you're gonna love her now, she's a tigress!
Christian Troy: Did you screw her?
Salesman: Well... yeah. She told me about your guys situation, I thought you were cool!
Christian Troy: [shoves salesman] You're bragging to me about banging the mother of my unborn child, and you think I'm cool with that? What kind of sick freak are you?
Salesman: She told me you weren't together!
Christian Troy: What's the difference? That's my god damn child you're poking at!
Salesman: She was just so lonely and beautiful. You can't see it, but I can!
Christian Troy: [knocks salesman down] Cancel my order! Stay away from my kid!
Sean McNamara: [discussing patient Manya Mabika, who wants reconstructive surgery on her genitals to reverse a childhood clitoridectomy] I don't think this is something we can do!
Christian Troy: Look, Sean, you may be the expert on complex microsurgery, but I'm a goddamn genius when it comes to pussy. If I build it, she will come.
Sean McNamara: Remember, We're treating a patient here, not just a vagina.
Christian Troy: That's easy for you to say. You've never been with Vagina Gina.
Liz Winters: [to Christian Troy] You really want to get inside a woman? Stop thinking like a dick.
Sean McNamara: I'd rather be a good doctor who helps people than a brilliant doctor who hurts them.
Matt McNamara: Look, what's happened between the three of you is painful. But we can fix this.
Sean McNamara: Your Mother slept with my best friend, and you were the result, and I didn't know for 17 years, so stop defending them!
Matt McNamara: Yeah, and my Mother is sleeping in a hotel because you kicked her out, and I can hear you crying thorough the walls at night, so don't you dare scream at me!
Christian Troy: Sorry I'm late.
Miss Wentworth: Have a seat, Mr. McNamara.
Christian Troy: It's Troy. Dr. Christian Troy.
Miss Wentworth: I'm confused. I thought you were his father.
Christian Troy: I am. I'm his, uh, biological father.
Matt McNamara: I have 2 dads.
Miss Wentworth: Well, was there a divorce? Oh, got it. 2 dads. Emily Willis has 2 momies. We're seeing more and more of this.
Christian Troy: Matt's father is my partner, Dr. Sean McNamara.
Miss Wentworth: I understand.
Matt McNamara: They're not gay, Miss Wentworht. My Mom slept with Christian before she married my Dad.
Adrian Moore: Technically, I don't have any father figures, but Matt's living in my house and screwing my Mom, so I pretend he's my Dad.
Ava Moore: It's true, Miss Wentworth. Matt and I are lovers. I was his life coach.
Adrian Moore: You see, Matt has a problem. He's a premature ejaculator.
Miss Wentworth: Ok, enough. I deal with dysfunctional families on a daily basis. And trust me, everyone has a story, and none of you are that special.
Sean McNamara: Did you urinate in the soap dispenser, Matt? This act of aggression isn't funny, what's funny about it?
Matt McNamara: This whole thing is funny, Dad. It's idiotic.
Sean McNamara: I asked you a question, Matt. Did you do this?
Matt McNamara: No.
Sean McNamara: Adrian, was it you?
Adrian Moore: Ohh. He's scary, your other dad.
Sean McNamara: You're not leaving here until I get an answer.
Ava Moore: Don't you dare threaten my son.
Adrian Moore: Yeah, I urinated in the soap dispenser. You wanna spank me?
Ava Moore: [to Adrian] You're not too old to get a backhand and I'm wearing heavy rings.
Sean McNamara: Erotic is when you use a fetaher. Porn is when you use the whole chicken... and this girl's been through A LOT of chicken.
Sean McNamara: I know your body. I always have. I know where you live and breathe.
Julia McNamara: Then how come I haven't had an orgasm in two years?
Sean McNamara: Because I didn't want to work that hard.
Christian: [in reference to the vandalizing of his car] I'm serious, I felt violated. The last time I felt like this was back in the early 90s when some girl shoved her finger up my butt with no warning.
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