Category: Season 3

Well, now, you are looking slim. Are those new scrubs? Or is it the fact you no longer have a soul?

Listen to me! I am not losing a bet to Bob Kelso!

Come on, marriage is overrated. Jordan and I aren’t married, and we’re getting along great.

Look, Gwyneth, you’re old enough now to hear this from me: Every time I go out of my way to help you children, I get nothing but trouble. Now this is the first five-minute window I’ve had in the last week to be with my son. And I’m just not gonna have you pirouetting around in here while my heart is breaking inside.

You know what a boss is: For you, that would be the seventeen-year-old that tells you to clean out the grease-trap after you’ve filled all the ketchups.

Relax, Newbie, the gimp is chained up.

What’s the matter with you there Sheila? You look like Maybelline

Come on, the only reason Kelso wanted you at that dinner is because he knows standing next to a pretty doctor will get his picture in all the medical journals. Assuming his image actually shows up in photographs.

Say the word and I’ll go out and buy a whole new wardrobe; and to pay for it we’ll just sell one of your shoes!

Carla, you’re forcing me to say something that I prayed I’d never have to say again to another woman: Please, please, please, put down the cup of urine.