Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Last man standing decides what we watch.
Magic arm! Magic arm!!
Here's John's lab work. If you tell me your secret,
Now, Enid, I've got to go back to work.
How could I possibly have breast cancer?
Don't be too pleased with that 9.2. That's out of 100.
because Dr Reid just had to throw a birthday party for me.
doesn't bother you at all?
It's great having silver bullets like that on everyone in the hospital.
I feel alone, too.
I see you guys are wearing each other's oxygen tubes. That's cute.
So what do you want to do?
But still, you whooped me in public.
You got to make sure the pen's right in the middle.
Seriously, brace yourselves. The Janitorial.
Lamont.
- I could've handled him. - How?
He'll get there.
Oh, my God. This is totally awesome.
You know, this reminds me of the time my cousin Greg got stuck at the airport.
That's a nice story.
the last thing I wanted to do was be lame and hide in a supply closet.
Baby, I haven't told J.D.
I'm not telling anybody about this, all right? So just forget it.
Until senior year when he hung himself.
Wow, Turk's pretty quick without that testicle weighing him down.
Hell, if it makes a difference, you can even take off my...
Calm down, Enid.
Okay? It's a little newsletter called...
Turk, have you not been listening? Sam. Role model. I have to win.
By ramming your face into his fists over and over again?