Category: Season 4

Ah damn it Jordan, come on. Now you know I’m generally OK with you putting any poison you want into your body, but this is the first time I’ve ever won anything!

Ohh, I would love to come take a look at your patient’s rash! But, also, if time allows, maybe we could go over some preliminary ideas for your wedding dress.

I’ll tell you what, there, Miss Manners: Why don’t you go ahead and gulp down that bear-sized bite, and then we’ll talk.

…It’s Monday, which of course means it’s Ethnic Day, so I’ll be going with Rosalita..

Good God. She can’t be stopped.

since I’m not in the mood to make some big, dramatic, sweeping statement, I’ll just tell you this: God hates doctors, He truly does. You see all these old people in here? Well, any of ’em would give just about anything to be able to sashay off this planet, but most of ’em are gonna stay and they’re gonna live forever and ever and ever. And your Mr. Milligan, well, it turns out he’s just young enough to die. I mean, think about it: It’s the holidays, there’s a sweet little kid involved. Can’t you just feel it?

Maybe it’s because she’s really in love with me, and together we injected you with diabetes to very slowly get you out of the picture. Or maybe it’s because I really liked her, but she didn’t exactly feel the same way about me and I got the forehead kiss after spending ninety stinkin’ dollars on theater tickets. Or maybe – and this is a huge outside maybe – maybe she knows that you’re the kind of person who freaks out over irrelevant things from the past. Personally, I hope it’s all three.

Just tell me, how did you know what was bothering her? Tell me now so that we don’t have to talk anymore, ever.

Pssst! Barbie! Listen carefully, because the policy remains unchanged: Unless someone is dying – and puh-lease note ‘dying’ not ‘dead’ – I’m not interested.

Well, I’m gonna ignore it, but…yeah, knock yourself out.