Doc Hollywood

[reading from a note left by Doc Hogue] "When to call me, you've been stabbed, shot, poisoned, separated from an appendage, knocked or beaten unconscious, run over by a tractor mower, or generally about to bleed to death. Otherwise, leave me alone."

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Dr. Stone: I am so fucked. Deputy Cotton: Watch your language doc.You're in the buckle of the bible belt here.Try saying fudge or something. Dr. Stone: Fiddlesticks too strong? Deputy Cotton: Depends.

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Dr. Stone: If you tell me you're here for a physical,you're gonna make my day. Vialula: It's unprofessional to flirt with the patients. Dr. Stone: I'm just on my way to Beverley Hills. Plastic surgery...Not that you'd need any. Vialula: Nice try.

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Dr. Stone: What are you talking about? Mayor Nicholson: Timing. Same thing with women. And with southern women, well, they require a substantial commitment. You might have to stay here six months, I don't know, maybe more. Dr. Stone: Are you a betting man, Nick? Mayor Nicholson: Well, I have been known on occasion. Dr. Stone: It'll take me about a week. Mayor Nicholson: Wait a minute, you mean... Vialula in the center pocket?

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Dr. Stone: You want to trade, the pig for the part? Melvin: If you can part with the pig. Dr. Stone: Good.

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Vialula: I suspect your version of romance is whatever will separate me from my panties. Dr. Stone: No, I am just talking about dinner. Wear make-up, put on a dress. Panties are optional.

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