Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- There? - Ding.

Go easy on him. He's my fella.

Sir, Jim is demanding that he gets new equipment in his lab.

The only thing I want to hear is my liver drunkenly singing rugby songs.

Can anyone figure out the cause of death?

I must have him now.

And that you're very sensitive about your... doughy physique.

Do you know how petty it is to get that personal?

Totally worth it. I need one of you two clowns to do a work up on this guy.

- Say the word and I'll end it. - I'd appreciate it if you'd end it.

Dr. Reid told me to get my sweet ass out of the shower and make an omelet.

No. You should fight him.

- That was a surprise for your birthday. - A surprise for me.

and I've decided to give old Jim that new MRI machine.

[J.D.] It's been a week,

[Laughing] You're right. But, you know...

[J.D.] I guess in the back of my mind I was hoping for a pleasant surprise

[J.D.] After six months,

Whoo! That was close!

Good to see you, you old bird.

Where... Where's your wife going?

For God's sake, you bought side-by-side toilets.

It's going to be a giant pain in the ass.

No change. Her FIO2 is still 50 percent.

# I can't do this all on my own