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And a sugar-free latte for the winner

Makes me happier than a bullfrog in a beetle bin. Why are you talking like that? 'Cause I'm smitten with my girlfriend, Lady, and this is my smitten voice. Why? What voice do you use when you're smitten? My normal voice. You know what? You hide it well, but you're a very strange person. How'd I do? Seventeen. That's impressive. But I'm going to kick your ass. What's going on, C-Bizzle? We're seeing who can last the longest in Mr Seller's room. He has a fungal infection under the fat flaps in his stomach.

Quick announcement.

It smells like the time I accidentally put lzzy's doo-doo diaper. In the microwave. You guys are playing Smelly Belly? Time. Sixteen seconds. Come on!

I win. See, that's what I'm talking about.

That's right.

That's how it goes when you fight me! Hold on, Turk. Let's not declare victory until we give a shot to Dr John Dorian.

If you like her, you can't keep lying to her about who you are.

And his nostrils of steel. Your nose can't handle smells of that magnitude. Make some room. On the clock. You have got to be kidding me. That is the most disgusting thing I've ever smelled. And a sugar-free latte for the winner. Victory tastes delicious.

You guys aren't even friends. Why do you spend so much time competing over everything? Because we're men, and that is what men do. Don't forget, I crushed you in "Find the Vein in the Junkie.". Yeah, but I beat you good at gauzeball. That's nothing. Yesterday, I won free muffins for life. By guessing how many coffee beans were in that there jar. Actually, they had a recount. You came in second. What? Who came in first? If anyone needs me, I'll be in my office going to town on these bad boys. Why are you guys so obsessed with reliving everything you've won? Because we're winners, And that's what winners do. If you'd ever won anything, you'd know what we were talking about. I've won something, Perry. We threw our nerd farther than yours. Yeah! Yeah! Suck it, bitch! Guys? I think their nerd is unconscious. We should probably roll him over. That's the moment I realised I wanted to be a doctor. Why are you standing on a chair? Because from this spot, I can see into four rooms without actually going in. Check it. Patients of Dr Turk, how are we? Okay! All good! The guy has a tongue surgery. He's actually okay, though. Shannon, what's happening, girlfriend? Yeah, I know I can't pull off calling someone "girlfriend,". But she likes it, so. I do. Can't help it. Shannon's back. It's been so great getting to know her. See, that's the great thing about being in private practice. You get to treat the same patients all the. Come on, you guys! People are sleeping here. Well, I guess you think it's so funny. Wait, why am I whispering? Listen, Barbie, I'd love to take credit for this idea, But it was all big Bobby Kelso. Come on. Heck. Quick announcement. I have signed Sacred Heart up for a website. Called Rate YourDoc. Org, Where patients can evaluate and score their doctors. I think it's going to lead to better patient care. And, if along the way, you all become paranoid and overly competitive, Happy birthday to me. Dr Kelso, I became a doctor to save lives, heal wounds, And occasionally drop the M.D. Bomb to pull hot tail in bars. You know what else works? Cosmonaut. Try it. Thank me later. Oh, I reckon my Lady's as pretty as a porcupine on roller skates. That doesn't even make sense. That's what we smitten folk call a metaphor. You, young lady,

Have a head as empty as a whippoorwill in a tub of moonshine. There you go. He's out of his fricking mind.

How does that woman go out with him? Well, I would say love is blind, but we both know that isn't true. My love for Enid falls a percentage point with every pound she gains. Since our wedding day, I am 136% less in love with her. You're really gonna comment on your wife's weight.

You draw Harry Potter glasses on their face in permanent marker.

When you got muffins stuffed down your pants?

Don't. You know I hate the "G" word.

I like them warm. So, you're experiencing vomiting and shortness of breath, Neither of which are consistent with your ALS. So how's the ALS progressing? It's been a blast. Her legs are fully paralysed and her arms are on their way. That does sound fun. Yeah, but you know what? I think I'm ready for all this. Said goodbye to all my friends.