Character: Dr. James Wilson Dr James Wilson. Page 4

- If you want it, ask for a date.
- Yes you that! She is not slut from the pub, and what a fool I work for!

- Why are you reading the conference program? You're not going to go there.
- I want to understand how much boredom passed.

To pick up the phone is the only way to stop the calls.

Two-wheeled vehicle that does 150 mph is not too good for the insane lame addict.

- What are you reading?
- A private affair of Wilson, the oncologist. You know that?
Actually, in some cultures it's considered rude to spy on his friend. Of course, in Swedish the word "friend" can also mean "lame ham".

- Well, let him comforting his faith in the tale, he was so calm, it is the beach, and loved ones, and that he will be there healthy.
- And 72 virgins.

- God, you're really in the CIA?
- Wish you were here. They have a satellite aimed directly into Cuddy's vagina. I told them the likelihood of invasion are almost there, but...

- Where did you get these keys?
- Blowjob helped.
What?!
Cleaner, that's his name.
His name is Louis!
- Give him my apologies.

- How many did you take?!
Right now or before we came here, too to count?

- You're starting to not care what other people think, which means you care about other people.
- I'd love to hear your theory, but I don't care about her.

- Balance organs, nerves, lungs, bones, heart...
Is the recipe for the sausage?

- What did you order?
- Scrambled eggs.
And since when are you against pork? And toast with bran? And maybe, just sandpaper eat?

Heart attack, stroke, seizures, death, or worse!
- Worse? Double death?

It is easy to be nice to the people you love, but to be nice with those who hate science.