Scrubs2001

Dr. Elliot Reid:
Dr Kelso, I've thought about it and I am not going to just stand around and wait for Mr Cheng to die.

Dr. Bob Kelso:
Excuse me?

Dr. Perry Cox:
Are you kidding me? Barbie going toe to toe with Big Bob in a battle of the annoying? Well, happy birthday to me! [catches a lamp and uses it as a radio microphone in his following lines]

Dr. Elliot Reid:
We should do an exchange transfusion.

Dr. Perry Cox:
And the southpaw with the blond bangs and big britches comes out s-winging!

Dr. Bob Kelso:
Sweetheart, the man is 72 and in multisystem organ dysfunction. It's done. It's parasites 1, person 0! And if you tell that family he's got a chance, all you're doing is raising their hopes.

Dr. Perry Cox:
Oooh! Tremendous body blow!

Dr. Bob Kelso:
Oh, and for the record... we're not colleagues. I don't care what you think.

Dr. Perry Cox:
[now using the lamp as a ring microphone] Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! And the fight goes to the stocky middleweight from Monroeville, Pennsylvania!

Dr. Bob Kelso:
By the way, Perry, Mickhead called in sick. I need you to work tonight.

Dr. Perry Cox:
[letting fall the lamp on the desk] Why, here, that's all and good, but I'm not available!