Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

That's not true. Why am I lying to a slab of granite?

All right, everybody, watch your backs! Skin doctor coming through!

Or the intern who's been on-call so many nights, she's hallucinating...

Blow it out your ass, Bob.

Those were the good old, incredibly disturbing days, Bob.

Or he missed it.

Plus, last March, you got that hideous haircut.

First my parents get divorced, now you and Carla.

You say that, yet you still knocked this morning and asked if I wanted coffee.

I didn't recognize you in scrubs.

I talked to our maid Consuela all the time.

This is so weird.

Now, where do we keep the sick people?

Yeah. It's like she stores everything up until my cheeks hit the seat.

- You understood that? - I know when to laugh in any language.

I always felt we did the right thing.

Life is scary. Get used to it.

Remove the "niv" and switch the "l" and the "a," and you got "Carla."

I want to, Bob, I really do.

Why can't Carla let this go?