Category: Season 6

Look, Barbie, what you’re missing here is that you’re private practice now. That means you’re the enemy. And I know, as a doctor, disease is supposed to be the enemy, but I’m giving hepatitis and his bantam infectious buddies a pass, and I’m coming after you today. The bottom line is you’d rather clock out of here early than run the extra mile for your patients, and, Barbie, that makes you a sell-out.

You know, jumpsuit, as I was scaling the hospital, I had an epiphany. This back-and-forth between you and I is just gonna get worse and worse. I mean, the only thing I could think about was retaliation, and I’m relatively certain that you’ve got a couple of tricks up your sleeve, too.

We are running a test that’s a waste of our time. But at least she’ll accept she’s medically fine. She’ll admit that she’s nuts or I’ll have to say snore”. Just give her the CAT-Scan and show her the door.”

She’s been gone 6 weeks, Bobo. But wait, before I make you look like a complete idiot, we’d all like to thank you for setting up the new employee discount of copydump. Gang! (…) And back to insulting you, she’s been gone 6 weeks, Bobo, the 6 days that you’re referring to are the 6 days you actually worked this month.

Ooh, so that’s why we’re over there. Here I thought it was a rude act of terrorism, or was it for the oil? Or for mama Hussein secret Falafel rest I’ve been ashklashf…Gosh, that hard to keep track.

Oh, come on, you gotta focus on the positives. For instance, the medical miracle that is one woman actually impregnating another woman.

Do you think you can actually be an absentee chief of medicine and still matter? Let me see if I can make this real clear for you. If this hospital were a human body, you’d be the appendix because at one time you served some function, but it was so long ago, nobody is quite sure what that was…anymore.

I’m not freshly ripping anybody anything anymore. I am done with anger.

Oh, Nurse Kelso, ooh, purple is not your color. Listen, could you con out the housekeeping and maybe send up some fresh scrubs for me and–psst, come here. Please put on a bra, you’re distracting some of the other doctors.

Look, you pretty obviously have short-circuited. Because the odds of you ever actually having a baby are roughly on a par with me finding the Loch Ness monster in my bathtub.