The character I love the most in Scrubs is not the uber-geeky, playful J.D., whom I probably most resemble.
It's Dr. Cox with his hate-the-world-particularly-you scathing rants, his expressed so-not-caring [while he obviously does], even his tendency to fall into bed with the wrong women, particularly his so-wrong-it's-right ex-wife.
In some ways I wish I could be a little bit more like him--but don't you dare tell him that, he'd rip me apart.
In the re-run I just watched, his last scene with J.D. is this touching moment, where he is [off-camera] standing behind J.D., as J.D. pores over his textbooks and web-sites trying to figure out what he did wrong for a patient that died [while a patient of Dr. Cox's, with ostensibly the same condition, recovered]. Dr. Cox lets him off the hook--tells him that he did everything right, and that he knew it because he had been monitoring his treatment the whole time. J.D. takes this in and, with the weight of the world lifting from his shoulders says: "Thanks."
Dr. Cox, as he turns and walks out, quips: "It's not a favor, Janet. It's my job."
Now that I think about it, a lot of my personal heroes in my Science Fiction soap-operas are not the protagonists--dashing, dweeby, or both--but the noncoms, officers, and mentors who help a succession of their sort grow up, while never caring too much because they know a bunch of them won't make it.
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