I have some odd freckles on my buttocks. Can I make an appointment for you to look at them?
Pam and I would sometimes hum the same high-pitched note and try to get Dwight to make an appointment with an ear doctor. And, uh, Pam called it… pretendinitis.
I just performed a Sheldonectomy.
Well here’s an extremely radical thought…shouldn’t the issue be what the patient has to gain?
You call yourself “life saver”; I call you Pimple Popper, M.D.!
Ewwww!
We’re angry young men, and we’re all protestin’.
Don’t make me angry; you wouldn’t like me when I’m angry.
You’ve got just twenty seconds to take down those pictures while your face still resembles them!
I’m the Flash. I just knocked 30,000 times.
I’m the Flash. Wait, do you not know who I am?"
Now, as your father probably told you, my name is Matt Foley, and I am a motivational speaker. Now, let’s get started by letting me give you a little bit of a scenario of what my life is all about. First off, I am 35 years old, I am divorced, and I live in a van down by the river.
Thrice divorced.
Won’t it also be weird if I have to say hello to you every morning on my way to work and you’re living in a refrigerator box and washing your hair with rainwater?
I’m gonna wash that man right outta my hair.
So I swore that I would never, ever braid my hair again.
Mrs. Cleaver you’ve done something new to your hair.
Well, since we’re handing out compliments, that’s a stunning housecoat you’re wearing, Mrs Loopner.
Thank you very much.
What. . .does. . .a. . .yellow. . .light. . .mean?