Category: Season 4

So I’m supposed to pay for your Botox the rest of my life?

Oh, dear ugly.

I make it a point to never enter a shrink’s office unless I’m planning on grossly overpaying somebody for telling me something that I already know.

Look, if I ever want your advice on one of my patients, I’ll ask. But do not hold your breath, unless of course you can hold it for a really long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long time.

Guess what there, wifey. You can’t be a pain in the ass if I don’t have a phone.

who’s going to be looking after him when you and your mother go out marauding for flesh?

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.

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

Each and every one of you is going to kill a patient. At some point during your residency you will screw up, they will die, and it will be burned into your conscience forever. Hell, take pee-pants, here – he just might go ahead and get himself a good clean kill this morning, seeing as his patient, Mrs. Samson, is in DKA and he hasn’t been tracking her phosphate level. Her phosphate level. Her phosphate level.

That young man has killed so many patients, I’m starting to think he just might be a government operative. The point is, the harder you study, the longer you just might be able to hold off that first kill. Other than that, I guess cross your fingers and hope that the guy you murder is a jackass with no family. Great to see you kids. All the best! (more…)