it just makes you you

 
"a plastic surgeon. perfect! god, i must have wanted you to see my flaws and find me repulsive. shit!"
"i don't find you repulsive. i just said that we could do something about your stretch marks."
"eight months of meetings. my life was finally under control."
"hahah, under whose control? the anonymous sex addicts who meet once a week to group-think their way out of desperation?"
"well, doctor, i would not expect you to believe in a higher power. you already think you're god."
"here."
"what the hell is that?"
"cab fare."
"you're throwing me out?"
"i really do have surgery in four hours. if i don't get some sleep, i could wind up scarring someone for life."
"what, and you're not scarring ME for life? no, forget it. i am not leaving. i have too much self respect for that."
"that's it. come on. come on! time to twelve-step your way out of here."
"no! you're a narcissistic bastard, you know that?"
"hey, you want the wisdom? it's not the difference between what you can and can't change. here's step thirteen. everything disappears. love, trees, rocks, steel, plastic, human beings. none of us get out alive. and you can huddle in a group, and face it one day at a time. or, you can be grateful, when your body rubs up against somebody else's, and it explodes with enough pleasure to make you forget, even for a minute, that you're only a pile of walking ashes. now that, is the truth. if you're strong, it'll make you free; if you're weak, it'll make you... you."
- nip/tuck s01e05