Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

What the hell, it can't hurt.

Like what if things had gone a little differently?

Powerful tiny fists.

It makes me look like I can't defend myself.

What is wrong with you?

- OK, who do I kill? - She did it.

It's just that aortic dissections are a doctor's worst nightmare.

First, I do look great in these navy scrubs. Come on, who wants a taste?

In the immortal words of Daffy Duck, I demand that you shoot me now.

- Does she have blonde hair? - No.

When one thing goes right around here, everything seems to go right.

I have to learn to play the banjo.

You know this trip is excatly what Atrus needs right now, I haven't been able to get him out of the house for months, But seeing how well the Dn'i have settled in on Releeshahn should help him to finally relax.

- Look away. - I can't.

Why don't we just check in his custodial closet?

- Yeah, that was Todd. - Don't worry about the doggie.

- Sounds to me like a GI bleed. - Look, Newbie,

Didn't matter when we caught it, Newbie.