Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Wait, I'm a doctor. I give bad news all the time.
Who wants to touch my giant balls?
It slipped.
I've decided to keep my finger on the button
- Sorry. - That's OK.
I don't disdain you ...
I don't know what you're talking about,
Hey, champ, what has two thumbs and doesn't give a crap?
How many times must I tell you you're not wearing sweats?
but I say skip it and we continue in our state of mutual disdain.
It goes something like this:
You're gonna have to tell her she can't move in.
- Carla... - What?
which was bull, because everyone slept with everyone.
Miss Himsel, it helps to not really know what you're doing.
Other times, well...
Dr Cox, you got it all wrong, man.