What better job to wear a skimpy tank top! Really, who would you rather have investigating your loved one's death? A sober and analytical clinician, or Dr. Alexx Woods, the sassy and emotionally labile medical examiner with a porn-star name and grade-A rack?
Sure, she has this disturbing habit of talking to dead bodies like they're still alive and she gives all her co-workers a heaping helping of homespun sass that several years of graduate training should have extinguished, but don't let that shake your faith in her professionalism. If anything, you should be concerned about her baffling knack for cleavage flashing next to cadavers.
— Cracked, on Alexx Woods
- Proper Horatio Glasses Pull Quip To Blacks (Quote marks are for other characters):Drive by, Miami style.
(about a drowning victim) Looks like something caught her.
"Divorce sucks." Frank, it's a killer.
"It's a mob hit." Yes, and it's time to hit back.
"Looks like they were trying to get our attention." Well, they certainly got mine.
"The verdict's already in." The verdict is in, Frank, but the jury's out.
"The boys were looking for souvenirs." Well, they found more than that.
