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When the hell did patients stop respecting us?

You know what? Never mind.

Sorry I haven't visited much. I've been kind of busy.

I'm sorry about last night. I explained you overslept.

It's about to get a whole lot nicer.

Give me this damn screwdriver.

and validate his most ridiculous of career choices.

You called for a consult?

Or your friends who found time between shifts to discuss marital troubles.

Enid was recently paralyzed. I haven't told anyone.

If you even want to have an outside chance of reaching someone nowadays,

you forced me to pull the attending dermatologist away from a backne seminar

That's what a house call used to mean.

The Bobatron is actually going to try to connect with another human?

What time is it?

From what I'm seeing on your fasting glucose and triglycerides,

Thank you, Perry.

I'm pissed you thought Turner & Hooch were interracial buddies.

because Dr. Bob Kelso is back in action and he hasn't missed a step.

But, Ms. Goldman, you're only 25,

and she rolled over me like Enid's wheelchair over Baxter's tail.