Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Now, Enid, I've got to go back to work.
By ramming your face into his fists over and over again?
I'm not telling anybody about this, all right? So just forget it.
I feel alone, too.
You got to make sure the pen's right in the middle.
That's a nice story.
So what do you want to do?
But still, you whooped me in public.
because Dr Reid just had to throw a birthday party for me.
Don't be too pleased with that 9.2. That's out of 100.
Baby, I haven't told J.D.
He'll get there.
Calm down, Enid.
How could I possibly have breast cancer?
Hell, if it makes a difference, you can even take off my...
Oh, my God. This is totally awesome.
Here's John's lab work. If you tell me your secret,
Magic arm! Magic arm!!
You know, this reminds me of the time my cousin Greg got stuck at the airport.
Until senior year when he hung himself.
Turk, have you not been listening? Sam. Role model. I have to win.
the last thing I wanted to do was be lame and hide in a supply closet.
- I could've handled him. - How?
Last man standing decides what we watch.
I see you guys are wearing each other's oxygen tubes. That's cute.
Seriously, brace yourselves. The Janitorial.
Okay? It's a little newsletter called...
It's great having silver bullets like that on everyone in the hospital.
doesn't bother you at all?
Lamont.
Wow, Turk's pretty quick without that testicle weighing him down.