Category: Season 2

“As much as it may seem like it to me, personally, I feel desperately compelled to remind you that we are in fact not in prison. And I am just so not your bitch!” –>

“Petey, Petey, Petey, Petey, Petey, Petey, Petey, Petey, Petey, Petey, Petey, Petey….” –>

“Did we just slip into some alternate dimension where I actually give a flying ducky about what you say and do?” –>

“Oh, hey, buddy! I was just thinking about you! Yeah, I was thinking how it might be real nice to have somebody around here who could help me out. You know, somebody I could call — oh, gosh — “My Resident”…and we’d do stuff together. You know, medical stuff. And it would just be peaches! But then it occurred to me that a guy who looked a hell of a lot like you used to be that guy.

Monica! Just because you have a new buddy doesn’t mean you can all of a sudden drop all your regular duties. And I know I just said “drop your duties,” and, so help me God, if you even smile, I will crush you into two little newbie-cubes and hang you from rearview mirror. Whatta you gotta say for yourself?”
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“Now, Barbie, Jordan is here for her ultrasound today, and I’m going to be holding her claw the entire time. So, what you’ve just done is essentially volunteered to do all of your work and all of mine. And if you’ll step right this way, I’ll be more than glad to tell you more about what you’ve won!” –>

“Hark, it is the high-pitched warble of the nosy nelly! Don’t see many of those flitting about these halls anymore because, well, quite frankly, when one does — one shoots to kill.” –>

“No, honey, the reason we’re late is that you took forever to get ready. That’s what happens when you’re vain!” –>

“This is one of those very small windows when I’m borderline interested in your life. So, what’s the deal?” –>

“What’s the deal, there, Gandhi? Are you gonna be a bride?” –>

“So, you went over to your “friend’s” house, and cried on his shoulder — boo-hoo, wah — and you, of course, comforted her because she was weak and vulnerable, and blah…blah…blah…nerdy sex. The end. Dear Lord, Laverne, how in God’s name do you listen to this crap all day long?” –>