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Great episode. Very quotable material. And some nice drama, and plot continuations. Not too much silliness at all. It was a day of discovery. I discovered that I could sex my pregnant girlfriend into a coma. Nice! A coffee place in a hospital? What's next, Bob, an ice cream parlor in the morgue? Admittedly not a horrible idea seeing's how the freezer is already down there. Plus it'd be a perfect place for kids. One of our famous vanilla malteds definitely takes the sting out of having to identify the charred remains of your father. Awww, now I'm at the end of both lines! I love this job. I screw up, nobody gets hurt. Except Cindy. I scalded her pretty bad with some steamed milk. You could see the bone. Hey Kim, just checking to see if your socks are back on since I knocked them off last night, Hello! What am I doing, you're gonna be the mother of my child. That is so tacky. I'm not telling Isabella she's got a vagina until she's 18! This is my wife Sally. She lost her thumbs last month when our pet Komodo Dragon Morty got out of his cage. A tip jar. Really. What am I supposed to do, just duke you my change because you poured hot water through beans? Well I'll tell you what my friend, unless you're planning on giving me a complimentary reacharound with my beverage the answer is 'Yeah...no.' Here's a novel idea, why don't you go fetch me a large coffee with so damned many fake sugars in it that the coffee itself gets cancer? He is private practice. Those guys are cocky jackasses who don't give two shakes about anybody else's opinion but their own. They're me, with one addendum: they're whores. And I'm not talking about the good kind of whores like my ex-wife. They're whores for money. Sneak attack. You can put your shoes on again guys, nice work. None of here even have kids, except for Margo here, and she sold hers. Damn, we got smoked. That's what we get for playing a bunch of G's from the hood. Come on VJ, first you dunk on me and yell "Who's your bitch?" and now you want free medical advice? How did I not know these guys were Indian? I have a non-fat latte with room for Shnapps for...janitor. So, Dr. Turner said that I am a very talented young physician. I'm just gonna go ahead and tip myself calling this one. Thank you, me. Turk, I need you and I need you now. My breasts are so sore, I wish I could just give you formula. Now how about somebody gets me a banana nut muffin and hold the spit, please. I was saying the two most addictive substances on earth are caffeine, and nicotine. Behold! Smokeachino, for Kyle. Are you crazy? You can get sued. Secondly, I can't believe you went to the mall without me, I specifically told you I needed to buy loafers. And thirdly, how could you go to the mall without me? That's our thing. If I got to be right, and have a private practice doctor get to die due to his own idiocy, I'd call that a pretty full victory. I thought that you hated him! Remember that first week, when I found you hooking up with my girlfriend? And you said you guys were only naked underneath the covers because you'd had a water balloon fight and you were cold? I look at Isabella and I get really scared. And I'm gonna need you to help me through this. You're gonna be just fine. I got offered a new job.
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Posted by duane on December 14, 2006 9:49:35 PM EST
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