Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

J.D.: And then we'd all have sex to celebrate surviving.

The curse is yours, John Dorian. The curse is yours!

Okay. It's cool. I'm gonna head down to the water.

You're the best.

I was in debt big time to a bookie.

J.D.: Nobody loved Elliot's tone-deaf rendition of Old MacDonald.

Okay, meeting adjourned. And, oh, almost forgot. Jeez.

ignoring the children and singing rap tunes into a hairbrush.

Especially since Todd keeps high-fiving it and knocking it over.

Don't yell at me.

And Ms. Sullivan, thanks so much for that set-up.

Don't that look like Uncle Dottie?

I know I was supposed to drop Sam off in day-care,

But you've changed all of that for me.

He only sleeps with his mom when he's had a bad dream.

That was sex-tastic.

Ted has his own room now.

Did you like that, Sammy?

- Lead the way. - Yes.

They were just cuddling, but still, you know.