Carla: If it's okay with you, we'll take that raise now.
Dr. Kelso: Okay, but in this little fantasy of yours, can I not have prostate problems anymore? I can't sleep more than fourty minutes without needing to take a wiz.
Carla: Unfortunately for you, somebody left the invoice for the hospital needles on my desk. They are really undercharging you. So, either you shell out the extra twenty grand a month for our raises or we'll call the needle company and it'll cost you twice that.
Dr. Kelso: Ted, are you responsible for this?
Ted: Please sir, I don't have the guts.
Ted's narration: Oh yeah! Suck it, bitch! I will murder you!