Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Remove the "niv" and switch the "l" and the "a," and you got "Carla."

Yeah. It's like she stores everything up until my cheeks hit the seat.

Or the intern who's been on-call so many nights, she's hallucinating...

I always felt we did the right thing.

I want to, Bob, I really do.

Plus, last March, you got that hideous haircut.

First my parents get divorced, now you and Carla.

- You understood that? - I know when to laugh in any language.

This is so weird.

Blow it out your ass, Bob.

Now, where do we keep the sick people?

I talked to our maid Consuela all the time.

That's not true. Why am I lying to a slab of granite?

Why can't Carla let this go?

You say that, yet you still knocked this morning and asked if I wanted coffee.

I didn't recognize you in scrubs.

Life is scary. Get used to it.

All right, everybody, watch your backs! Skin doctor coming through!

Those were the good old, incredibly disturbing days, Bob.

Or he missed it.