User:Kdop
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don't know what to say, so here are some scrubs quotes:
Okay! Now, just because Jordan thinks it's cute that you're violating her little sister doesn't mean that you can use my guest-room for your nerdy, G-rated sexcapades. And oh, my God, what are you doing with my little boy, you sick, sick bastard!?
Carla, I have a six-month-old child. I'm going to be one of those weird old guys who brings my son down to the park where everybody is like, "Hmm, is he the dad, is he the granddad, is he the granddad's granddad...? And oh my God, why is he pushing a traffic cone on the swing while his five-year-old little boy is in the mud, crying? Is... is he taunting the little boy? No, he can't even see the little boy. And now look - he's actually taking the traffic cone, putting it in the minivan, and driving away while the little boy cries, and the traffic cone sits quietly and watches Finding Nemo on DVD."
Ohhhhhh! I'm sorry, the correct answer she was looking for is a giant ego, I have a giant ego!
I'm not angry. So my girlfriend serviced most of the staff? I'm proud of her commitment to medicine.
Have you ever seen a drunk baby? Eh, it's a long story involving my son, a rum cake, and a low counter. Suffice to say, it turns out that, at first, it's... it's endearing to watch them bounce off of the walls, but man... you take your eyes off them for one second... ...and bam! They got a bucket on their head, and they're plowing right through your brand new flat screen TV
No, it's a cotillion joke. My God, Newbie, it's been two furiously frustrating years - how is it possible that you still don't get me? I would never compare you to the gays. I like the gays - I like their music, I like their sense of style, I especially like what they've done with Halloween - but our thing is that you are a little girl. That's who you are.
J.D.: My peeps are on the frits. Dr. Cox: What? Chris Turk: Whoa. J.D.: No, I mean you're me peeps, and you're on the frits... Chris Turk: Yeah, right. Dr. Cox: God bless you newbie. You helped me get a new perspective on everything.
Uhm, I'm sorry. Here I was in my own little world, talking to myself, dreaming about candy bracelets.
I don't want to hear anything out of that man's mouth other than Oh no, I'm dying, there's a bright light, but wait a minute, this is wrong, I'm in hell! Hitler, Musollini... Captain Kangaroo? That's not right.
Baby, are you mad when we're having sex? Sometimes
I don't necessarily buy all this new-agey crap. One time I saw my mom knock my father unconscious with a frying pan. And d'you know what I did? I kept right on going with my birthday party.
How about a russian roulette booth? And here's the kicker, we put bullets in all the chambers, that way *everybody* wins!
Oh, I am so very angry that I'm going to find someone to kill just to prove her wrong.
Oh, my God! I just gagged and vomited at the same time. I gavomited
I swear, that young man has killed so many people, I'm starting to think he just might be a government agent.
If I have to see one more broken down piece of equipment, one more Gomer who is shuffled back and forth between some godforsaken home, one more patient who is denied treatment because they got the wrong insurance, I... There are times when I'm all by myself and I concentrate as hard as I can to see if I can't make myself catch on fire like the Human Torch. And mark my words, newbie, if I ever pull it off, I will be back to destroy this place.
Look, your body's been through an enormous amount of trauma, and I can't recommend you go racing back in to surgery. Now, I guarantee you, if you just give it time you'll be happy with the way you look and, *ring* oh my god, WHAT?!?!