"Excuse me." " Oh, my God." " Oh, spank me." "I'm afraid I have some bad news." "We're going to have to slice off your son's cock." "This part." "We got a school-bus crash off the 495." "Fifty kids badly injured, broken bones, some of them retarded, the whole deal and they're coming here." "Glenn, stop." "We're breaking up." "No, it's not because you're Jewish." "Attention, staff:" "Dr. Richie, please pick up your scissors from the autopsy room." "A hospital isn't a place for lazy people." "A hospital is a place for smart people who take care of people who aren't smart enough to keep themselves healthy." "Ugh." "Man, she is hot." "I would like to bang her in her clumsy vagina." "But we all have brains and brains are messy things filled with jelly." "And although jelly is sweet, it made me do a silly thing." "I broke up with Glenn." "What?" "Why?" "He's the hottest doctor at Childrens." "I just can't imagine spending every Christmas with a Jew, you know?" "Lighting candles all the time, telling knock-knock jokes." "Totally." "Driving minivans, reading books." "Right?" "I'm gonna break up with Owen." " Why?" " Well, you broke up with Glenn." "We're roommates." "That would be totally confusing." " Right." " Yeah." " How you gonna do it?" " I don't know." "I need to think of a good lie." "Ahh!" "I wish he were Jewish." "Mommy, I'm scared." "Bitches." " Blake." " Blake." " Want me to tickle your arm?" " Yeah." "Do it." " Okay." "You're there, you're there." " No." "Look." "Oh, my God." "Oh, my God." " What's up?" " Look, you're the attending physician so I need your permission." "I wanna cut this kid open." " Why?" "She's got a broken arm." " Says who?" " The x-ray." " Please, I don't trust these they're not even in color." "Look, I gotta open her up." "What if it's something more serious?" "What if it's AIDS?" "I don't know this kid." "I gotta make sure she's got the right type of arm guts." "I'm supposed to trust some textbook or some black-and-white space photo?" "Come on." "I'm a doctor." "It's what I do." "Prep the O.R." "You'd better be right this time." "There you are." "You wanna scrub in, watch me tear into a youngster's flesh?" " No." "I wanna break up with you." " What?" "Why?" " Are you Jewish?" " Have you ever seen me drive a minivan?" "No." "Then..." "I have a brain tumor." " Oh, Jesus Christ." " Yeah." "How long have you known?" "How long have I known?" "How long have I known?" "I can't lie." "I don't have a brain tumor." "I just..." "I couldn't think of a reason to break up with you." "Break up?" "Not with you sick like this." " I'm gonna take care of you." " No, no." "Did you...?" " I said I don't have a brain tumor." " That's the brain tumor talking." "Oh, my god." "No, listen to me." "I don't have a brain tumor." "Shh." "Go and rest your tumor." "I'd kiss you goodbye but I don't wanna get brain cancer." "Huh." "Hey, roomie." " I poured you a Grig." " Hi." "Well, how'd it go with Owen?" "I broke up with him." "Oh, babe." "How'd you do it?" "I told him I had a brain tumor." "Wow." "That's a good one." " Well..." " Babe." "Hey." "I don't want you to be sad." "I want you to dance it out." " I don't know." " Yes." "Are you sure?" " Uh-oh." "What's happening?" " All right." "Whoa." "Uh-uh!" " Yeah." "Come on, come on." " All right." "This does feel good." "feel it." "Just shake it." "Sometimes, no matter how smart you are you have to do what your brain jelly tells you to do." "Only problem is, jelly is messy and you could get it all over yourself."