Category: Put Downs

So, what you’re saying is that you have a problem that is totally your problem, but you’d like to find a way to make that problem my problem. But here’s the problem, Newbie: it’s not my problem.

Oh, hey, Bob, here’s an idea: What say you stop showing up altogether? We’ll just replace you with a giant time-clock. Oh, and if we ever get to missing you, we’ll just have a tiny little Bob Kelso cuckoo bird pop out every couple of minutes and say I’ve never satisfied a woman. I’ve never satisfied a woman. I’ve never satisfied a woman.”

I said I think you may not be the worst resident ever, but I can’t be sure of stuff like that. Come on, I haven’t done the appropriate leg work!

Newbie, did you not see what just happened? Kelso is so far up my ass that I can taste Brylcreem in the back of my throat. And you, you’re…you’re third-year now. Wake up, this whole Dr. Cox Riding in to The Rescue part of the show is over.

Oh, hey, this whole you-leaving-the-room-whenever-I-enter-it thing that you’re doing is just…I love it!

Bottom line: We’ll be bestest friends foreverest if you just keep your face out of my face. Uh-huh.

Hey, look, Gandhi, now just because you broke out your little Fisher-Price surgery set and somehow managed to not kill somebody for once, doesn’t mean you’re queen of the world.

Come on! I’m simply posing so your boyfriend can get a picture of me for his People Who Make Me Feel Like a Little Girl” scrapbook.”

Newbie, you told me to tell her exactly how I feel, I did just that. Now you’ll remain on the floor until you come up with a new plan for me.

Carla, cut the guy some slack. Surgery is not as easy as it looks. I mean, he’s gotta make the incision, cut the wrong artery, panic, collapse into a ball of tears in the corner, and after all that he’s gotta go wash up, check the board, and find out who he’ll be killing after lunch. It’s…a grind.