Dr. Kelso: What are you thinking, Ted?
Ted: [v.o.] I could jam this through the soft spot on his temple, then slit my wrists with it before anyone got in here to stop me.
Ted: The usual, sir.
Dr. Kelso: Well, you'd never do it. You don't have the guts.
Carla: If it's okay with you, we'll take that raise now.
Dr. Kelso: Okay, but in this little fantasy of yours, can I not have prostate problems anymore? I can't sleep more than forty minutes without needing to take a whiz.
Carla: Unfortunately for you, somebody left the invoice for the hospital needles on my desk. They are really undercharging you. So, either you shell out the extra twenty grand a month for our raises, or we call the needle company and it'll cost you twice that.
Dr. Kelso: Ted, are you responsible for this?
Ted: Please, sir I don't have the guts!
Ted: [v.o.] Oh, yeah! Suck it, bitch! I will murder you!