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Sarah Chalke, Zach Braff, Donald Faison
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He's got acute back pain, but no causa equina signs.
We'll get those bandage off later today, Mr. Brooks, all right?
This next patient claims their stent was implanted incorrectly.
Diseased rodent shouldn't be nowhere near my pregnant princess.
I'm developing a begrudging indifference to you.
and because I'm the senior bartender at KJ's,
We don't want any distraction while we're trying to make a baby.
Sweetie, we already have the girl's name.
It's a girl hamster. What about Angie?
That little mixed-race embryo got a godfather yet?
The best I can do, man. How's your tummy?
Only three, unless you count "Sweaty Teddy" as an insult.
Mr. Brooks wanted safety tips on operating propane heaters.
That little mixed-race embryo got a godfather yet?
Hey, it's time for my sponge bath, right?
You're like House without the limp.
You better put your scrub on. Herbert's back.
You turned me down 14 times for drinks. Well, who's the creepy loser now, huh?
- You ready to get back in there? - Yeah. Gotta vomit first.
This next patient claims their stent was implant incorrectly.
I'm beg you to stop telling people that. No one believes you.
Hey, Johnny. You cool if I borrow this suit?
Apparently, Seymour was teasing him, so he punch him in the face.
to cheer him up was to say, "Elliot still dig you."
OK, guys, let's all gather around. Huddle up.
But I don't blame him for it. I blame my mom for sleeping with him.
My parents adopt him when I was about 12.
- The name just popped into my head! - Shut up! You just shut up right now!
How many times did I insult you during that? I was shoot for five.
You look like you need to be rescue.
I always imagine we'd spend his 13th birthday fly-fishing in Montana.
If you mention the names to anyone,
my focus had shift from keeping him away from her
- Do Seymour's parents have to go? - I doubt it. They're turtles.
Promise me you'll hold me like this when I push your baby out my bajingo.
I've decide this project is over the head of that pretty lady,
This next patient claims their stent was implanted incorrectly.
And the only way to gently break that to my brother was this:
Diseased rodents shouldn't be nowhere near my pregnant princess.
and somehow relay all of that into his tiny peanut brain.
Apparently, Seymour was teasing him, so he punched him in the face.
[J.D.] Unfortunately, Turk was the greatest pink-bellier in all the land.
with absolutely zero knowledge of medicine,
Extremely. Yes. And I'm OK with it.
Look, Dan doesn't exactly have the world by the tail, OK?
but sometimes when hospitals have Herbert-sized patients,
I love you too, dumpling, but I have to work late.
Oh. Tough break for Keith. I almost had a threesome with that guy.
He was about 46. Actually older than my parents.
We'll get those bandages off later today, Mr. Brooks, all right?
He's a good kid, though.
Maybe we should pick the names together.
Don't you get it? You can never say bad things about someone else's kid.
do you ever have to pinch yourself to make sure it's all not some crazy dream?
I'm developing a begrudging indifference to you.
Since Sweaty Teddy here backs up his infinitesimal knowledge of the law
only gay and unsuccessful.
Every time he calls me depressed, the only thing I could think of
Your back pain may involve your spinal cord,
Um, this is Keith. I'm sure you're a little disappointed.
Doug's still pretty upset about the whole thing.
And that is the father of my fake baby.
[J.D.] Due to his weight, Herbert was a frequent visitor.
He's got acute back pain, but no causa equina signs.
It's just weird.
Spare me the tough love speech.
- Why wouldn't she? - [J.D.] The obvious response
Turk was so proud of his handiwork that he signed it.
Look at the bright side. He's like the daughter you never had,
told me if I keep you focused on me, he would let me watch.
That does not count as a formal hello, Coxsmith.
That little mixed-race embryo got a godfather yet?