Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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