Tuesday, August 29, 2006
3 is the magic number
Well let this serve as a reminder, Martin was da man:
Girl: Sounds like a subdural hematoma to me.
Dr. Michael Hfuhruhurr: Oh, it does, does it? Well, it's not your job to diagnose.
Girl: But I thought...
Dr. Michael Hfuhruhurr: You thought, you thought. Just go. Three years of nursery school and you think you know it all. Well, you're still wet behind the ears. It's not a subdural hematoma. It's *epidural*. Ha.
Dr. Michael Hfuhruhurr: I'm making a citizen's annulment. Ipso facto coitus interruptus.
Dr. Brandon: Well, Dr. Beckerman was murdered in Europe - you know that.
Dr. Michael Hfuhruhurr: Exactly. Not only is he dead, he's six thousand miles away.
Dr. Michael Hfuhruhurr: Would you read that last bit back to me? I'm afraid it might make me sound pompous to your readers.
Journalist: 'My brilliant research in brain transplantation is unsurpassed, and will probably make my name live beyond eternity'.
Dr. Michael Hfuhruhurr: No, that's all right just take out the 'probably'. It makes me sound wishy-washy.
Dr. Hfuhruhurr: But there's only one other person I'd trust to perform this operation — Beckerman!
Also love Dr. Hfuhruhurr's reading of the poems of John Lillison, England's Greatest One-Armed Poet
O pointy birds, o pointy pointy,
Anoint my head, anointy-nointy.
Are you a fan of the Jerk?:
Mother: Navin, it's your birthday, and it's time you knew. You're not our natural-born child.
Navin R. Johnson: I'm not? You mean I'm gonna STAY this color?
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