Scrubs

In my experience when two friends miss a chance like this you've got exactly 48 hours to get the kiss, or one of you will over-think it, OK she's gonna over-think it, Then you end up permanently stuck in the Friend Zone...

Carla, if one more annoying thing comes my way, extract that extra air out of Barbie's head and inject it right into my veins.

Who the hell cares what anybody else thinks? Just look into your heart and do whatever the hell makes you happy.

Expect the unexpected and you will never be surprised.

I like you... again. There. You win. You can do your victory dance or slaughter a goat, or whatever it is you do when you're happy.

Of course, sometimes it's not about the words... it's just about having someone there to listen.

Did we just slip into some alternate dimension where I give a flying duckie about what you say and do?

You can never underestimate the importance of listening.

I think one of the most universal human experiences is feeling alone. You'd never know, but there's tons of people feeling the exact same way. Maybe because you're feeling completely abandoned. Maybe you realised that you aren't as self-sufficient as you thought. Maybe you know you should've handled something differently. Or maybe you aren't as good as you thought you were. Either way, when you hit that low point, you have a choice. You can either wallow in self-pity or you can suck it up. It's your call.

Everyone, this is my sister, Paige. I'd like you to meet random people I don't care about.

— Well, then, Bobo, I figured out what's causing the fainting.
— Men don't faint. We take unintended, decisive naps.

— You do know he's not yours, don'cha.
— I figured it out. Mostly because his mother was eight months pregnant when I met her. But there were other signs.

Well, l haven't had my coffee yet, so I'm finding it hard coming up with a more colourful way to say ''Who gives a crap?'' Actually, that wasn't half bad.

Now, when you were born, nay, spawned by the Dark Prince himself, did he forget to give you a hug before he sent you along your way?

You always put yourself at risk when you decide to trust someone else...

Why is it that so many of your stories end with «and then he hung himself»?