File No. 165

The only revelation of Neurology class
MS 3: “This is ridiculous: My brain can’t learn about itself.”

File No. 155

Way too quick with her answer
MS 3: “How do you talk to your parents about when it’s time to give up the house?”
Malificent: “I know this! ‘Give me the damn keys mom, you’re going to the home.'”

File No. 151

And he can run
MS 3: “Can you even walk with ruptured patellar tendons?”
Surgeon: “Depends on how tough you are. Mine are ruptured right now.”

File No. 126

Better Understanding Through Sleep Deprivation
Jabberwocky: “I’ve been up for 40+ hours, and suddenly all that matters is that I get a cookie.”
MS 3: “I know what you mean. I’m so sleep deprived that I, a grown-ass person, might just break down and cry over a cookie.”
Jabberwocky: “And I know it’s not really that important, that it doesn’t really matter, but it’s all that matters right now. …this must be what having a uterus is like.”

File No. 110

I don’t think he’s that lucky.
Billy Goat Gruff: “That’s a match-light briquette. It’s soaked in lighter fluid.”
MS 3: “No it’s not.”
Billy Goat Gruff: “Right, it could soaked in gasoline, or something else that burns. Like a building in Detroit, or the Cuyahoga River circa 1969.”
Jabberwocky: “Or that Vietnamese monk that lit himself on fire.”
Billy Goat Gruff: “Yeah, there could be a chunk of monk in there.”
MS3: “I wonder what he’s doing nowadays.”
Billy Goat Gruff: “Smoldering, if he’s lucky.”

Flie No. 054

The medical students try to interpret a patient’s chart
MS3: “Why do people write so shitty? They almost held me back in second grade because of my handwriting, and it wasn’t even this shitty.”