Category: Season 3

Stop looking at me or die.

I roughly think that would be the faint sound of your patient vomiting. You may be having trouble hearing it over the much louder sound of me being right yet again.

Yes, Bob, those pants do make you look like you’re holding water.

You and your mother are basically the same person.

The point is, and you just might want to jot this down: only the weak need help.

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.

I’ll tell you what to do: Get the hell out of here.

Ohhh, great! You’re getting medication for your pain patient! But, say, why stop there? How’s about we load up our fanny packs with happy pills, drive downtown, I’ll hang out of the sun-roof, and we can just throw fistfuls of ’em right at drug addicts and it’ll just be a big happy parade!

I think showing perfectly healthy people every harmless imperfection in their body just to scare them into taking invasive and often pointless tests is an unholy sin.

If you don’t wanna fight in front of Jack anymore, I understand that. But I don’t think that means we gotta stop altogether. I mean, Jordan, you are an unpredictable, passionate person, and you challenge me each and every day. And, honestly, that’s the reason I can imagine being with you when I’m seventy and you’re sixty-five and your face is forty and your boobs are twenty-nine.