Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

He always heads straight away from the tool shed,
You mean like a... a blood pressure thingy?
That phone's for you. It's the clinic. They know you're on your own
It's actually not that bad. And the lace feels soft against my package.
Luckily, someone had the guts to take charge.
OK, you talk way too fast.
"Bob Kelso is the love of my life."
Ma'am, you don't have mono. But you do have halitosis. Mint?
What, I stutter? Give me the chart.
They want you upstairs in room...
I took the liberty of writing out my introduction.
No, Carla, I'm a doctor. I should tell them.
Yeah, look. Just go home and tell Jordan how you feel.
The classic Catch-22 between medical and surgical.
that I have nothing but contempt for.
That's two.
It sounds insensitive, but hospitals can be boring.
- Hey, that... He's right. - You're OK.