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Turk:
Did you like it?
J.D.: Well that's kind of a trick question, Turk. I mean
if I say yes, it's like I'm saying "damn dude, your
wife is hot & I'd like to get me some of that".
But if I say no then I'm all like "yo, I know she's
your wife but you can keep that fish-lipped bitty".
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Turk:
What about you Carla, did you like it?
Carla: NO! His lips are chappy.
J.D.: I can't use lip-balm; I always end up eating it.
When I was little I used to spread it on crackers. |
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Dr.
Cox: And I'm not talking about the "oh my God, if
I don't get invited to the prom I'm going to die"
type of dead I'm talking, dead dead. Is that clear enough
for you? Because if it's not I could of course text you
on my Blackberry, or my Blueberry or my Chuck Berry, although
technically Chuck Berry is a black berry. |
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Dr.
Cox: Did you Botox you face into an expressionless mask?
Jordan: Pedro called me ma'am.
Dr. Cox: Ah damn it Jordan, come on. Now you know I'm
generally OK with you putting any poison you want into
your body, but this is the first time I've ever won anything!
Jordan: It's not that bad.
Dr. Cox: Reeeaaaly? Show me happy...
Dr. Cox: Sad...
Dr. Cox: Silly...
Dr. Cox: Amused, bemused, c-mused...
Dr. Cox: Show me angry.
Dr. Cox: AARRGGHH!! |
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