Elliot: Dr. Kelso, I've thought about it, and I am not going to just wait for Mr. Cheng to die.
Dr. Kelso: Excuse me?
Dr. Cox: Are you kidding me? Barbie going toe to toe with Big Bob in a battle of the annoyings? Well, happy birthday to me.
Elliot: We should do an exchange transfusion.
Dr. Cox: [imitates sports commentator] The southpaw with the blonde bangs and big britches comes out swinging!
Dr. Kelso: Sweetheart, the man is 72 and in multi-system organ dysfunction. It's done. It's parasites one, person zero. And if you tell that family he's got a chance, all you're doing is raising their hopes.
Dr. Cox: Oh, tremendous body blow.
Dr. Kelso: Oh, and for the record, we're not colleagues. I don't care what you think.
Dr. Cox: Ding, ding, ding, ding. And the fight goes to the stocky middleweight from Monroeville, Pennsylvania.
Dr. Kelso: By the way, Perry, Mickhead called in sick. I need you to work tonight.