Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm so glad you're OK.

You pick up on the things that are important to me.

Awesome. What time is it?

Isn't that right, Dr Cox?

Since I've been wearing that do-rag, my surgery record's like 23 and 0.

Ischemic bowel.

I'm starving and need to take a bathroom break, which is why I'm dancing.

- How long do you suppose this will be? - Ten minutes. Ease into it.

Keep looking, it must be there.

how is it you had an ambulance take you to your dinner reservation last night?

Dude, too deep.

Where's my lucky Tabasco do-rag?

- Well, sir, I... - Dr Kelso,

- Hey, Helen. - Hey, cutie.

Question: Did he die? Answer: He did not.

The surgeons, for instance, are a superstitious bunch.

Then you picked the wrong day to be the janitor.

Who could blame it? There they are all snuggly and safe and whatnot.

I don't mean that violently, I was just trying to turn a phrase.

Hey, you're not welcome here.

It's funny how a seemingly insignificant event can set everything else in motion.

No. You mark my words, we will find that little girl's stuffed animal.