mrs. larkin's an aggressive lady.t her husband finish a sent-- oh, shut the hell up, would you please? at least she's ballsy, unlike that husband, who's the overly thoughtful, sensitive type that drive me crazy. what? nah, i just-- i think the larkins complement each other. they're a good team. they kind of remind me of us. roseanne, now, granted, i was, as usual, only halfway listening to you, but i get the sinking feeling you just compared us to a married couple. i know--i know a girl can dream, but... this is never gonna happen. get in here. she went into atrial fibrillation. newbie, call an ob-gyn for an emergency consult and notify the n.i.c.u. what the hell is going on? j.d.: sometimes it's hard to find the right words... once i knock down this wall right here, i am going to have more room than i know what to do with. sir, i'm so happy for you i could crap. j.d.: sometimes they come easier than you expected... dr. kelso? i demand a female locker room. i loved it, but why spend all this money on this fancy dinner