Dr. Sean McNamara
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Dr. Sean McNamara (Character)
from "Nip/Tuck" (2003)

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"Nip/Tuck: Pilot (#1.1)" (2003)
Christian Troy: [Leaving a grocery store after buying a lot of hams] Would you like to tell me why we just bought 12 goddamned hams?
Sean McNamara: Because alligators are finicky eaters.

Christian Troy: [Leaving a grocery store after buying a lot of hams] Would you mind telling me why we just bought 12 goddamned hams?
Sean McNamara: Because alligators are finicky eaters.

Sean McNamara: [to Julia] When was the last time we went to bed that you didn't hate me?

Sean McNamara: Check out this bombshell. We're getting ready this morning, and Julia tells me she wants her breasts done.
Christian Troy: If you're thinking conflict of interest, I'd like to volunteer my services.
Sean McNamara: Still have a crush on the missus, do we?
Christian Troy: Let the records show that I dated her first and passed off my sloppy seconds to you.

"Nip/Tuck: Manya Mabika (#2.3)" (2004)
Sean McNamara: [discussing patient Manya Mabika, who wants reconstructive surgery on her genitals to reverse a childhood clitoridectomy] We're talking about microsurgical free tissue replantation. It can't just look pretty, it's gotta work!
Christian Troy: You might be more adept at nerve reattachment Sean, but I am a goddamn genius when it comes to pussy. If I build it, she will come.

Sean McNamara: They're a mystery, you know. I can reconstruct her external parts, maybe even revitalize dying tissue, but pleasure, release, ecstasy...
Christian Troy: All we're doing is maximizing her potential. She just wants a fighting chance to feel, or at the very least look like the woman she could have been if she lived in this country instead of a place where men are such pussies they have to neuter their women to get a hard on.
Sean McNamara: Let's go rebuild a clitoris.

"Nip/Tuck: Gene Shelly (#5.16)" (2009)
Daphne Pendell: I was in awe with the way you connected with that woman.
Dr. Sean McNamara: [gasping, as she performs off-screen intimate act on him] You're connecting now, Daphne!
Daphne Pendell: [gasping for breath as she comes up for air] I can take good care of people!
Dr. Sean McNamara: [pants] Yes, you can!
Daphne Pendell: I know I can!
Dr. Sean McNamara: [ecstatically] Okay!
Daphne Pendell: [pants, breathy-voiced] Oh, God, you are beautiful!
[panting feverishly]
Daphne Pendell: You're a big boy! Oh yeah, my baby. What a big, beautiful baby boy!
Dr. Sean McNamara: [as she sinks down him again] Oh, my God! Oh...

Daphne Pendell: [In bathroom, he's in the bath, she's tending him, to the tune of "How Deep Is Your Love" playing in background] Mm. I love washing your body.
Dr. Sean McNamara: Mm.
Daphne Pendell: Mm.
[they kiss]
Daphne Pendell: Hmm.
Daphne Pendell: I wanna take away all your pain. All your trauma, all your fears.
Dr. Sean McNamara: Why don't you join me, huh? Come on!
Daphne Pendell: Oh. That big, bad monster lady took away all of your trust, didn't she?
Dr. Sean McNamara: [laughing softly] Actually, I'm doing pretty fine at the moment.
Daphne Pendell: Sean.
Dr. Sean McNamara: Yeah?
Daphne Pendell: I have an idea.
Dr. Sean McNamara: What?
Daphne Pendell: I know just what you need, baby.
Dr. Sean McNamara: Ha, ha.
Daphne Pendell: Here, come here.
Dr. Sean McNamara: No -...
Daphne Pendell: Put your arms around me.
Dr. Sean McNamara: Daphne, take your clothes off-...
Daphne Pendell: No, trust me, baby. Trust me!
Dr. Sean McNamara: - -- and get in here.
Daphne Pendell: Come on, put your arms around Mommy.
Dr. Sean McNamara: Okay.
Daphne Pendell: Come on, baby, hold on. Hold on to Mommy.
Dr. Sean McNamara: [as she lifts him out of the bath] Unh.
Daphne Pendell: Oh, there you go.
[as she lays him gently on the bed]
Daphne Pendell: Oh, there you go.
[hovering next to him on the bed, very attentive]
Daphne Pendell: Oh, baby's all clean now. Hmm. Come here.
[they kiss, moaning continues]
Daphne Pendell: Just one more thing. Just think how soft and smooth you will be for Mommy, huh?
Dr. Sean McNamara: [as she lathers up shaving cream] Sweetie, what are you doing?
Daphne Pendell: Don't you trust me? Show me how brave you are. You need to learn how to trust again, baby. Oh, you like the foamy friction?
Daphne Pendell: Oh, yes, you do!
[he reaches up at her]
Daphne Pendell: No, no, stay still. Stay very still. No sudden moves, so Mommy's hand won't slip.
[lifting up the razor]
Daphne Pendell: You are gonna be as soft and smooth as a baby's bottom.
[starts shaving, and he sighs contentedly]
Daphne Pendell: That's it, yeah.

"Nip/Tuck: Duke Collins (#5.8)" (2007)
Carol McCrackin: There we were in our red hats and scarves, singing "Winter Wonderland" and watching the sunset on the beach when a tattooed man in blue approached, and advised us that we were in "Crip" territory. Well I happen to speak "Crip", so I told him "chill, we were friendlies". But then five men in blue approached, and asked if the red scarves meant that we were sent by the Bloods to diss them. I said "fo schizzle, we were just spreading the word" and "please not get up in our grills". And then I reached for my pitch pipe...
Dr. Christian Troy: They beat the crap out of you?
Dr. Sean McNamara: Maybe they weren't music lovers.
Dr. Christian Troy: How did you escape unhurt?
Carol McCrackin: I took their advice and hauled my cracker ass out of there.

Dr. Liz Cruz: [to the carollors singing] Go away! Bah humbug!
Dr. Sean McNamara: Ebenezer Cruz, where's your Christmas spirit?

"Nip/Tuck: Lulu Grandiron (#5.12)" (2008)
Dr. Sean McNamara: [after wistfully observing her bare back as she slipped on her robe] How are you feeling?
Eden Lord: If I say I feel like crap, will you let me stay here longer? I can't do another porn, Sean.
Dr. Sean McNamara: You don't have to.
[hands her a big manila envelope ]
Dr. Sean McNamara: This is your contract with Penetrate. Tear it up.
Eden Lord: [looks at him in appreciation, then scoffs at the document] Did you steal this?
Dr. Sean McNamara: No. I just talked to Ram, and he feels the same way I do, that you don't belong in that business.
Eden Lord: Oh, Sean. Is that your way of saying you love me like I love you?
Dr. Sean McNamara: It doesn't matter how I feel. This can't happen. No-one would allow it. You're eighteen, I'm old enough to be your father. Our families would hate us, and business would take a dive, we'd be pariahs.
Eden Lord: I don't give a shit about any of that. I don't... I don't care!

"Nip/Tuck: Adelle Coffin (#1.10)" (2003)
Sean McNamara: [Sean and Christian are talking about how their recertification cadavar bodies died] How did your head die?
Christian Troy: Heart attack. Yours?
Sean McNamara: Suicide. Do you believe in that?
Christian Troy: [pauses] I think that if a person is in a great deal of pain, physical or spiritual, and they've exhausted all their options, I wouldn't judge them for it. I'd say a silent prayer and hope death brought them the piece of mind live never could give them.

"Nip/Tuck: Agatha Ripp (#2.8)" (2004)
Dr. Sean McNamara: Please, I need to believe in something.
Agatha Ripp: Don't you get it? There is nothing to believe in anymore.

"Nip/Tuck: Oona Wentworth (#2.13)" (2004)
Dr. Sean McNamara: Sit down. Did you urinate in the soap dispenser, Matt?
[the boys laugh]
Dr. Sean McNamara: This act of aggression isn't funny. What's funny about it?
Matt McNamara: This whole thing is funny, dad. It's idiotic.
Dr. Sean McNamara: I asked you a question, Matt. Did you do this?
Matt McNamara: No.
Dr. Sean McNamara: Adrian, was it you?
Adrian Moore: Uhhh. He's scary, your other dad.
Dr. 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. Do you wanna spank me?
Dr. Sean McNamara: [Turns into Ava] Your son is yet another reminder of what a monstruous fraud you are, Ava. I'm tempted to feel sorry for him, but I'm not his father.
[Turns into Matt]
Dr. Sean McNamara: I'm yours. And here's the new regime. Till further notice, you report to my office every day after school where we'll find plenty of meaningless busy work to keep you out of trouble.
Matt McNamara: I didn't do anything.
Dr. Sean McNamara: Yes, you did, Matt. Your lackadaisical behaviour screams out for boundaries, so I'm gonna give you some. You will not fail to show up. You will not even be late. Or you'll finish out your education at a military school of my choice. Got it?
Ava Moore: Matt's outgrown the saber-rattling. Don't pay any attention to his macho posturing, Matt. We can file for legal emancipation.
Dr. Sean McNamara: [Turns into Ava] You do that, lady. And in the two months it takes to get the approval of the court, I'll talk to the press, discredit you as a pedophile, and a kidnapper, and an overall menace to society. And then we'll see how soon your life coach business goes belly up.
Ava Moore: I'm not afraid of your empty threats.
Dr. Sean McNamara: You should be, Ava. You should be very afraid.

"Nip/Tuck: Dr. Joshua Lee (#5.7)" (2007)
Eden Lord: We're done here. This was a 'get it out of our system' screw. Don't feel bad. After-sex clinginess happens all the time, especially with older guys.
Dr. Sean McNamara: Are you saying there's no chemistry here?
Eden Lord: I like having sex with older men. It's a Daddy thing, and you're hot for your age. You're even hotter because you used to screw the chick that's screwing my Mom. But I don't date guys with gray pubes
[smiles dismissively]
Dr. Sean McNamara: [looks down at himself forlornly]

"Nip/Tuck: Nanette Babcock (#1.3)" (2003)
Dr. Sean McNamara: Did she intimate that if you slept with her, she'd drop the lawsuit?
Dr. Christian Troy: Are you actually telling me to stick my dick in the cryptkeeper to make your mistake go away?

"Nip/Tuck: Dawn Budge (#4.5)" (2006)
Dr. Sean McNamara: Tell us what you don't like about yourself.
Dawn Budge: Nothin' money can't buy. I have a few extra layers on my pound cake, that's where you come in.
Dr. Christian Troy: So, you'd like some liposuction Mrs. Budge.
Dawn Budge: I mean all over. Even behind my ears. Whatever it costs, I can afford it. I hit the big power ball, $300,81,000,000. Maybe you saw me on Maury?
Dr. Sean McNamara: Congratulations.
Dr. Christian Troy: Wow.
Dawn Budge: Excuse me, *I* won it. I am the one, who sat for two hours, in the humidity, my fat ass in a broken' down lawn chair, just to buy my tickets. While these two bugeritas were stayin' home to watch a re-run of "The Ghost Whisperer".
Dwight Budge: It was the second two-parter Dawn!
Mallory Budge: The only reason you didn't stay home was cause you had already seen it, Ma.
Dawn Budge: Zip it, Mallory!
Dawn Budge: Anyways, after I won, the first thing I purchased, were the exact replicas of the mirrors of Louis the XIV has in Versailles. Ya know, France? $15,000 a piece. I would have paid $5000,000,000. After I had them professionally hung, I looked at myself in them and thought, Pudge Budge has got to go. It is time my body matched my bank account.
Mallory Budge: [laughs] If that's what your after, hell, you'd been skinny your whole life. She was only making $15,000 down at the Jiffy Lube.
Dawn Budge: Can you sew her mouth shut? I mean literately. Can you put a zipper on there? Because I swear to you, I will do it!
Dr. Sean McNamara: Is there something your interested in having done Mallory?
Mallory Budge: [Looks down at her chest] I want some new tits.Big ones.
Dawn Budge: Finally, something we agree on. I mean shes gotta do something about those mosquito bites, shes never gonna get a man and move the hell out of my house. While you're in there, do something about her belly button. It's disgusting. Show the doctors Mallory.
Mallory Budge: [Mallory lifts up her shirt to expose her bellybutton] I always thought it was kinda cute.
Dawn Budge: How the hell are ya gonna walk around South Beach in a Tube Top? Look Dwight, it's bigger then your penis.
Dr. Sean McNamara: Mr. Budge, we haven't herd much from you. Do you think your daughter's...
Dawn Budge: Excuse me, Dwight is my second husband, he is not Mallory's father. He is here, because he would like a bigger dick. And those pumps? A total waste of money.
Dr. Christian Troy: So, you would like a penis enlargement Mr. Budge.
Dwight Budge: Aw, hell, I don't know, I never really thought of having an operation.
Dawn Budge: It never came into your head before because we could never afford it homey. Now, that's all changed now. We're the rich folks now. It's time that we got what we deserve, and we deserve these operations.
Dr. Sean McNamara: I have to say Mrs. Budge, McNamara or Troy won't operate on patients who are uncertain of their convictions.
Dawn Budge: No, no, they want them, it's all we talked about from the drive down from Pensacola.

"Nip/Tuck: Cliff Mantegna (#1.7)" (2003)
Dr. Sean McNamara: God, I wish I was single sometimes.
Dr. Christian Troy: Well, you know what they say, "For every beautiful woman, there's a guy that's tired of screwing her."

"Nip/Tuck: Abigail Sullivan (#6.5)" (2009)
Dr. Sean McNamara: Why is it that we see what we wanna believe, but we don't believe what we see?
Dr. Liz Cruz: Because we have hope. Because we wanna believe in the good. Because usually the truth just sucks.

"Nip/Tuck: Mandi/Randi (#1.2)" (2003)
Dr. Sean McNamara: I don't want to screw around.
Julia McNamara: Yeah? Well maybe I do. You always were a lousy lay, Sean.
Dr. Sean McNamara: Oh, yeah?
Julia McNamara: Yeah.
Dr. Sean McNamara: You're either a liar or a very good actress. I know your body. I always have. I know right where you live and breathe.
Julia McNamara: Then why haven't I had an orgasm in two years?
Dr. Sean McNamara: Because I didn't wanna work that hard.

"Nip/Tuck: Sofia Lopez (#1.4)" (2003)
Dr. Christian Troy: You're completely rattled because that girl makes erotic films.
Dr. Sean McNamara: Erotic films are when you use a feather. *Porn* films are when you use the whole chicken. This girl's been through a lot of chickens.