Category: Season 2

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.

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

Petey, Petey, Petey, Petey, Petey, Petey, Petey, Petey, Petey, Petey, Petey, Petey….

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!

If I’m not back in twenty minutes, I don’t want you to worry because it simply means I drove by a prostitute on the way home.

Oh, ho, ho, ho, Scooby! A married woman whose husband is still in a coma? Hoo, hoo! Can’t tell you how many happy couples I know who got started just that way.

Word to the wise, there, Astro: Sarcasm does not sit well with the Big Dog, so consider this a warning. Because the next time I hear you mumble some snarky little passive-aggressive aside, I’m going to look into your heart, pick out your greatest insecurity, and shine the world’s brightest spotlight on it for the remainder of your natural-born days. Now, riddle me this, Fido: Just exactly why does every Asian person who’s passing us by in the hallway, here, keep giving you the old stink-eye?

Listen, there, Flowers: I know that your pink scrubs are balled up at the base of Barbie’s bed three nights a week – and congrats on that, really – but if you’re gonna go ahead and have a show-down with everyone who hassles her, then, gosh, you two aren’t gonna have any time for that sweet, Aryan sex that you love so much!

This whole I don’t care what people think about me” act? It’s pretty convincing. But methinks there’s a sad little cartoon boy living inside the hairy beast. And he’s sad because, at the end of the day, he realizes that the only thing people think about is what an evil son-of-a-bitch he really is. See you later, Bobbigator.”

What’s the matter? Are you getting all sore around that hump above your butt where your tail used to be?