Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- You can't make me. - Unfortunately,

Actually, Turk, you are slightly Cox-ish.

Are you sure I don't need my gallbladder?

Not like the zig-zags and the cornrows and stuff.

I'm a huge brain in a ripped-up body.

OK, that's it! That's it! I can't take this anymore! That's it!

You're half a glass of wine away from nuding up and doing your go-to move.

in the rad new wheels I found by the Dumpster,

Where the hell's my Rascal?

Anyway, I need you to give up this thing.

I don't know how it happened again, but it did.

I hope you didn't mind J.D. Tagging along.

- So, are you a good surgeon? - I'm capable.

- Which is? - Her on top, eyes closed

- What does he do for a living? - I should know that.

Why do I have gallstones?

but I'd like that someone to step forward

- Buster's coming home. - Cool.

In fact, if you look out the window, you can see him right now.