Linda: Dr. Becker, there's a guy in your room claiming that you're his godfather. I don't know why though because you're not italian.
Becker: You think it would help if I talked to him? Adam: Why, 'cause you're so good at it?
Becker: Ming, you got another fortune cookie? Bill/Ming: I'll tell you your fortune. If you don't order something soon, a tall dark man is going to throw you out on your cheap white ass.
Adam: I was hoping for some advice on how to tell my dad. Becker: Oh, wow, oh, jeez. I always thought if you called me it'd be to ask me for money and I'd know the answer to that.
Becker: Mr. Berman, next time you want to pet an animal, try a dog. New York squirrels have way too much attitude.
Reggie: Hey, I am the better person and if I have to humiliate that phony bitch to prove it, I will.
Margaret: Louis, lost his job. Linda: That pretty much rules out alimony.
Adam: How could you tell my father that I was gay? Becker: I thought you told him? Adam: Well, he got so mad when I told him about med school, I chickened out. Becker: Yeah, and about med school. You can't believe how much that hurt me.
Mr. Walters: You're an idiot. You passed up lunch at the Four Seasons to eat at Ming's? Becker: Mr. Walter, your wife and girlfriend are both patients of mine. Watch who you call idiot.
Margaret: The way I figure it, he's taking me to a public place because he know I'll make a scene. Linda: Why does he think that? Margaret: He knows me.
Margaret: When I woke up this morning, Louis was gone. Linda: Dead? Margaret: No!
Reggie: I would love to go to the Academy Awards. The gowns, the glamour, the jewelry..... Bob: This fork smells. Reggie: And then there's my life.
Adam: I'm gay. Did you hear me? Becker: I did, I just thought it was something I should know already.
Becker: I'm not good at this Godfather thing. Adam: Hey, we're just talking. Becker: I'm not good at that either.
Becker: Don't you think you might be overreacting? I mean, you already bought the card, why didn't you just sign his name? Margaret: Because it's my damn birthday. Becker: Oh, happy birthday. Say, are we having cake?
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