Board Member: Hey, Bob. Some of the other board members were saying tomorrow is your birthday. So how old does that make you?
Dr. Kelso: Well, it depends. Are we talking dog years or horny old bastard years? I'll be fifty-eight.
Elliot: I didn't know it was your birthday tomorrow! You're are definitely getting a cake. What flavor do you want? Chocolate or vanilla? Wait, don't answer. I'm gonna surprise you. It's gonna be chocolate. I like chocolate.
Dr. Kelso: Ooh, fun. Could you also have them write "Mind Your Own Damn Business" in icing and then jam your face into it so the message really sinks in?