Dr. Dorian, Do you not realize that you're nothing more than a large pair of scrubs to me? For God's sake, the only reason I carry this chart around is so I can pretend to remember your damn names.
— I'm assuming, since you already took everything else, that you're here for my self-respect, but there's bad news on that one, sweetcheeks. I already gave it to your mom when she begged me to marry you.
— I wouldn't have room for it, what with your testicles in my trophy case.
— Holy cow. Who's better? You got me by the short hairs.
Newbie, what're you saying? That you want to be like me? Do you understand that I just barely want to be like me?
— Hey, baby.
— This overbearing machismo is usually just compensation for a lap-pinkie.
I guess Turk was right after all, Miracles do happen, I think you just have to be willing to look for them.
In my experience when two friends miss a chance like this you've got exactly 48 hours to get the kiss, or one of you will over-think it, OK she's gonna over-think it, Then you end up permanently stuck in the Friend Zone...
How am I supposed to believe in someone that's gonna let innocent people suffer?
Finally, doctors, if there is a mistake, don't admit it to the patient. Of course, if the patient is deceased, and you're sure, you can feel free to tell him or her anything.
The tension actually hurts, You have to break it, Say something, Anything! Banana hammock!
— Stick with the truth and you can't get hurt. Always been my philosophy.
— You didn't sleep with her, did you?
— God, no. Philosophy is tricky.