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Doctor, please. What can you tell me about my son?

I'll tell you, but it's gonna cost you a kiss.

Doctor, I am married.

- I'll have you reported. - Okay.

I guess you don't want to hear about your son.

Fine.

Okay. What can you tell me about my son?

Well, first of all, he doesn't kiss like his mom.

She's flatlining, Dr. Stryker!

Not on my watch.

Treat my kid or we all die together!

Stryker!

No one's gonna die on my watch!

And God bless my doctors, and let your angels watch over them.

We don't need angels, Michael.

We're doctors.

We can fix ourselves.

Blake: I'm really in shock.

I mean, it really makes you question the big picture, you know?

I'm not sure I wanna help kids anymore

if I'm just going to end up dying some day.

He seemed completely fine.

He was talking about going on a vacation.

- To heaven, now that I think about it. - He was my best friend.

He was my best friend.

He was the next man I was going to sleep with.

No, he was my best friend.

- My best friend. - He was my best friend.

- Nah, definitely my best friend. - He was my best friend.

I've been crying so much my panties are wet.

Sync by honeybunny

Losing a colleague and a friend like Dr. Brock Stryker

will be difficult for all of us.

That's why I am providing my services as a grief counselor.

Since when are you a grief counselor?

That was my minor at Westlake.

- Go Wildcats! - Now, none of you

will deal with a patient until I determine

that you are emotionally ready.

Everybody! Two clown cars have collided on the freeway, and they're coming here.

Ugh! Circus clowns -- The worst.

They just keep coming and coming.

Well, they should have gotten a clown ambulance.

You know, it's twice as small, but it holds more clowns.

Why are all you doctors just standing around?

Oh, sorry, Dori. We can't help.

Sy's orders, you know, because we're eating.

- You mean grieving. - Lola: Whatever.

I guess I'll just go and grieve this box of doughnuts until

there's no more left to grieve.

What about you?

These are your people.

These aren't my people.

These are circus clowns. I'm a city clown, clearly.

I mean, look at their faces.

Now look at mine.

Now look back at them.

Now look at my face.

Now look back there, and now once back here.

Totally different.

Excuse me, I need a do--

I thought this was a reputable hospital.

Shouldn't you be at a county fair somewhere, circus clown?

Shouldn't you be shopping at J. Crew and drinking soda with

the tan faces, city clown?

I bet you don't even know how to do lifesaving surgery,

which I do and will not do for you.

He can't do surgery anyway because he's eating.

Grieving.

Sal: Attention, Cheryl Ladd: please marry me.

How's the new hearing aid, Chief?

I hear you loud and clear, America.

Um... So sad about Brock, isn't it?

- Sad. I'll tell you what's sad. - Yeah.

Working hard, starting your own small business,

and then the government comes along, taxes the hell out of it,

and gives it to people just sitting on their butts.

I've said it a million times: Keep your paws off my paycheck, Uncle Sam!

I'm pretty sure you've said that no times.

Sure, I'm sad, but... I just don't think Brock would

want us wasting our time mourning him, you know?

I think he'd want us out there fixing people.

I mean, it's what he'd do.

I'll tell you something, Blake.

Your ability to deal with death is just unbelievable.

I'm making a note right here that says you are cleared for surgery.

- Great. Thanks. - Come back soon.

You and Brock never went to Joshua Tree together.

Well, you guys never got spray tans together.

Boys, you were both very, very important to Brock --

You call yourself a therapist?

You don't even know the cool therapy stuff like hypnosis

or past-life regression.

Past-life regression is not even scientifically valid.

Let's do it.

Oh, hey. I'm here.

Scoot over! Scoot over!

Why don't you both tell me how you're feeling toward Brock?

Aah! Aah! Aah!

I'm in a past life.

I'm -- I'm not hypnotizing you.

Glenn: I'm John Lennon.

Ringo, Paul, George, is that you?

No, it's me -- Mark David Chapman.

I'm a big fan. Pow! Pow!

Oh, come on.

Will you just speak up and tell me how you're feeling about Brock?

Glenn: I'm in another past life.

I'm Abraham Lincoln.

Oh, Mr. Lincoln, it's John Wilkes Booth here.

I'm your biggest fan.

Pow! Pow!

Will you stop assassinating each other?

Glenn: I'm Anne Frank. Have you seen my diary?

Owen: I'm a Nazi soldier! I've seen it!

I'm a big fan. Pow! Pow!

You missed me.

Pow!

And that is why I am all about the death penalty.

In just a minute, we'll meet a man who has taken up arms to

defend our border with Mexico.

We call him the Taco Tackler.

And I say bravo to you, sir.

I'm worried about you, Chief.

I feel like you're not dealing with your grief.

Totally disagree.