Look, Carol, I know you think you look dashing in your navy blue scrubs, but I can’t deal with the fact that I walk into the front door of this place and I find you standing there taaaalking at me.

You come here, you rat-bastard!

Well done, there, Bobbo. When my patients ask me where I was all afternoon, I’ll just tell them I was too busy attending this ridiculous chat-fest with you and Dr. What’s-He-Over-Compensating-For? here.

Then for the last time, don’t stick any part of your hairless body into my business. Trust me, there is nothing for you to gain from it. Because even if you went on a cruise to the most remote regions of the ocean and rescued my drowning, salt-soaked body in time to pump the sea […]

May I ask you something, there, Judy? Do you have any idea what it’s like to have three angry, under-fed women tear you several new ones for a full hour?

Oh, I-I-I’m sorry. Here I was in my own little world, talking to myself and dreaming about candy bracelets.

Come on, come on, come on! We gotta make a decision here.

Let’s go, Gandhi! You’re on!

Well, you said that he wasn’t; and as a rule, I always take whatever you say and just go in the exact opposite direction with it. But, more than that, Barbie, the main reason is because…well, lookit, medicine is all about experience.

I don’t think I could possibly make you doubt yourself, ya rascal, unless you had the unnatural talent for being wrong most of the time.