You bring the equipment, I'll bring my balls.
Today is a good day to die.
One one thousand, two one thousand . . . what comes next?
Philosophy failed. Religion failed. Now it's time for medical science to try.
Everything matters, everything we do matters.
Somehow we've brought our sins back physically. And they're pissed.
Wake up you little shit, you got company!
I did not come to medical school to murder my class mates no matter how deranged they might be.
Good thing I didn't flatline. My 350-pound babysitter would be chasing me for the half-eaten pastrami sandwich I stole from her.
It's like being paranoid without the fear. Like being watched.
Die to be a hero someday if you want to, but don't die to be a celebrity.
See you soon.
This is not the kind of shit I want on my transcript.
Excuse me, I don't want to ruin anybody's evening, but are we in the room with a dead man?