Category: Season 3

Oh, here I’d been told you left. It made me happy.

I’m afraid you have me confused with somebody who gives a crap. And it’s okay, you don’t need to be embarrassed, turns out it happens all the time. For instance, my father actually made the same mistake on his death bed.

Well, you shoulda let me hire the really skinny model. At least if she ate Jack, she’d throw him up right after.

All right, I’m sure you’re wondering why I accepted the position of residency director considering my disdain for, well…all of you. Is it the extra four dollars a week in my paycheck? Or is it the fact that I finally have a chance to make a difference in this God-forsaken hell-hole.

It’s all about the four dollars, trust me. And seeing as my money is contingent on you lemmings actually doing your jobs, I would say that now is a pretty good time for you to scurry on back to work so that I can continue to afford the antidepressants that keep me so damn jolly.

Lookit, this new gig is a great opportunity for me, and I–I want it to go well. And, for some reason, all these other bobble-heads seem to look up to you, so it would make my life one hell of a lot easier if you got in line behind me.

You told ‘em this exact same story and bored ‘em to death?

I don’t wanna see you around here anymore, okay?

Okay! Now, just because Jordan thinks it’s cute that you’re violating her little sister doesn’t mean that you can use my guest-room for your nerdy, G-rated sexcapades.

sometimes in medicine you have to just chalk it up to life’s great mysteries, like crop circles or this gal’s Adam’s apple.