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Monday morning, after heart surgery...
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| DOCTOR! You promised me you would quit staring at my boobs when you're performing surgery!!! Look at the mess you made - agaaaaain! | |
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| I'm sorry, nurse... I just can't help it! I can't forget our moments of ecstasy between losing patients number #344388 and # 4594938... | |
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| Do you have a temperature again? Want me to check it for you? Come on... Turn around - as you well know, the big one goes where the sun don't shine! Don't be shy - I've seen it all anyway! | |
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| Yeah... I guess I do have a temperature... yes... I've got the hots - for you!!! There's no cure for it - it's a terminal condition all right - I'm a doc... I should know! Right... right?!? *Sigh* | |
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| Now cut that out! You will never leave your wife and kids for me - and you know it! Besides, I am dating the head-nurse now! Our relation was on life-support anyway! | |
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| Can't I have one last chance? Please? A hickie? A quickie? Anything? Please-please- please!!! Show some compassion! Don't pull the plug just yet! | |
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