Category: Season 4

I suppose I could riff a list of things that I care as little about as our last week together. Lemme see, uhh…. Low-carb diets. Michael Moore. The Republican National Convention. Kabbalah and all Kabbalah-related products. Hi-def TV, the Bush daughters, wireless hot spots, ‘The O.C.’, the U.N., recycling, getting Punk’d, Danny Gans, the Latin Grammys, the real Grammys. Jeff, that Wiggle who sleeps too darn much! The Yankees payroll, all the red states, all the blue states, every hybrid car, every talk show host! Everything on the planet, everything in the solar system, everything everything everything everything everything everything–eve–everything that exists — past, present and future, in all discovered and undiscovered dimensions. Oh! And Hugh Jackman.

Why, Mariska? Why do you insist on bothering me with these things?

Molly, Molly, Molly, you lost me at hello.”

That… was me talking to a patient who has thrown in the towel. You can’t save everyone, Newbie, so I suggest you start working with people who want your help. That’s what I will be doing.

Do you want me to give you my things I don’t care about” speech again? Because, you know, I’ve updated it to include all white guys who add -izzle to anything.”

Look at that. I knew I smelled that odd combination of fear and baby powder.

Good God, Fantasia. You–you don’t actually think I’m done teaching you, do you? D’you not understand the only difference between today and tomorrow is that you wake up tomorrow and start coming in here and killing people, that no one can say, It’s no big deal, he’s just a resident.” Instead, what they’re damn sure gonna be wondering is who tried to educate your sorry ass. And when that finger of blame starts pointing in my direction, I had damn sure better be in a coma from the anger stroke I suffered from the last time you tried to hug me.”

I’m invisible, I’m invisible, I’m invisible, I’m invisible, I’m invisible, I’m…

I don’t know what to tell you, there, Bobbo. Either this kid has a lightbulb up his butt or his colon has a great idea.

That’s so funny. I have an uncle named Stop Bothering Me.