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Becker (1998-2004) TV sitcom

Becker was a CBS sitcom that ran from November 2, 1998 to January 28, 2004, starring Ted Danson as the title character, John Becker. Although a good doctor, Becker finds annoyance with his patients, his co-workers, his friends, and practically everything and everyone else in his world; yet Becker's temper belies a more complex character, and his rants are often his way of keeping the world from seeing who he really is -- a compassionate idealist afraid to appear emotionally vulnerable. As a result of his outspokenness, Becker is generally inaccessible to people that don't know him, but his patients and friends are nonetheless loyal because, though only occasionally, Becker does sometimes display a kind-hearted side that shows that, despite his cantankerous personality, he really does care about them. http://epguides.com/Becker/cast.jpg


Contents

[edit] Season 1

[edit] Pilot

Jake Malinak: (first lines) Becker's here!
(three people run out the door as Becker comes in)
Dr. John Becker: What I like about this place is that anytime I walk in, there's always a seat.
Dr. John Becker: You know what's killing this country? TV talk shows. I watched one last night. I should've just stuck a fork in my eye. You know, it's like America stepped in something and is scraping it off its shoe directly over my TV set. I'm telling you. Jerry Springer, Jenny Jones, they're all broadcasting straight from Hell! When I watched one the other day... I don't even know what the hell it was. Apparently, some guy wanted to be a woman, so he chops it off. Then he decides he likes chicks after all, so he becomes a lesbian. Tell me there's not a wasted step in there somewhere.
Regina "Reggie" Kostas: You know, Becker, you could've changed the channel.
Dr. John Becker: I did. I ran across a bisexual guy having a three-way with his aunt and uncle. I tell you, if I were his dog, I'd be on my toes.
Regina "Reggie" Kostas: Well, here's a wacky idea: turn it off!
Jake Malinak: Don't you see it, Reggie? He leaves the TV on so he can get upset!
Dr. John Becker: Nobody called on you. It doesn't matter if you turn the set off. The people are still in there! And, frankly, I like knowing what they're up to. Trust me on this one. White trash is the only natural resource this country will never run out of!
Regina "Reggie" Kostas: You're really a miserable human being.
Dr. John Becker: Doesn't mean I'm not right.
Regina "Reggie" Kostas: Why don't you get a nicotine patch like the rest of the world.
Dr. John Becker: I tried one. They're too hard to light.
Dr. John Becker: Jake.
Jake Malinak: (combing his hair) Yeah?
Dr. John Becker: If you don't want people to know you're blind, you might want to try staring into the shiny metal part instead of directly at the napkin.
Jake Malinak: (touches the napkin dispenser, of which the napkins are facing) Oh, damn.
Man: You sure he's really a doctor? I mean, he's such an ass.
Regina "Reggie" Kostas: He's not just a doctor. He's a brilliant doctor. As far I as I can tell, that's his only flaw, otherwise he'd be a perfect ass.
Regina "Reggie" Kostas: So, what kind of car are you looking for?
Dr. John Becker: Basic transportation. Something to get me from here to there.
Regina "Reggie" Kostas: Get a bicycle.
Jake Malinak: Uh-oh.
Regina "Reggie" Kostas: What? They're inexpensive, great exercise, and pollution-free.
Dr. John Becker: Oh, yeah. That's just what I want to be. Another schmuck riding down the street with a little bell and stupid helmet trying to save the environment. Like my little two-wheeler's going to make a difference in a city with fifty-million cabs belching out toxic smoke. "Oh, little Timmy can't breathe! But don't worry! Becker's riding a bike!"
Jake Malinak: (to Reggie) I tried to warn you.

[edit] Take These Pills and Shove 'Em

(repeated line)
Multiple Characters: What's that?
Dr. John Becker: It's my air horn.
Dr. John Becker: My car broke down, so I had to take the bus. Have you do that lately? It's like being in an ethanol-powered Fellini film. The first thing I see is some woman breastfeeding her son- her ADULT son. Behind them is someone in this lovely Chanel evening gown who's either an attractive man or really unattractive woman. The only seat I could find was next to some guy who claims he's Moses. He may well have been, too. He smelled like some guy who'd been dead for 3,000 years.
Margaret: Mrs. Cooper called at 11:00 last night. She didn't want to alarm us, but she wasn't sure she would make it through the night. 7:00 this morning, Mrs. Cooper called again. Apparently, she made it. 8:15, Mrs. Cooper called...
Dr. John Becker: She's here, isn't she?
Margaret: Room two.
Dr. John Becker: All right, give me the TV Guide. Let's see what we're dealing with.
Margaret: Already checked. There were two movies of the week last night. Lindsey Wagner had kidney failure and Patty Duke was going deaf. Usual bet?
Dr. John Becker: Fine. I'll take deafness, you've got renal shutdown.
Dr. John Becker: Mrs. Cooper, how are we doing today?
Patient: Excuse me, doctor. Could you speak up?
Dr. John Becker: (yells out to Margaret) Patty Duke!
Margaret: Damn!
Linda: (to a patient) Oh, they're sending you up for and MRI. Hope you're not claustrophobic. 'Cause, you know, they slide you into this long, dark tube, and you can't move. It's like, the walls are closing in, and then, there's this horrible, deafening, pounding noise, and you scream, and you scream but nobody can hear you. And then you wonder, 'what if there's a power failure, and I get stuck in here?!' It's like that movie where that guy was buried alive. What was that called? Oh, right! Buried Alive! And then, there's Buried Alive 2! How many movies must these people make before people learn?
Margaret: Linda, I'll finish up here. Why don't you go find something else to do?
Linda: Okay. (to the patient) Hope you make it.
Margaret: Mr. Lyles, relax. An MRI is nothing to be afraid of. (quietly) But you sure won't catch me in one.
Linda: (whispering) Dr. Becker, do you need any help?
Dr. John Becker: (whispers) No.
Linda: (still whispering) Are you sure?
Dr. John Becker: (whispers) Yes.
Patient: Oh, no. I am going deaf! I can hardly hear either one of you!
Dr. John Becker: That's because we were whispering.
Patient: What don't you want me to know?
Patient: While I'm here, there was something on the news last night about five warning signs. I definitely have three of them: fatigue, sore joints, and disorientation.
Dr. John Becker: Hold on. Five warning signs for what?
Patient: I don't know. I walked into the room after the program started. I just have this feeling that something's terribly wrong with me.
Dr. John Becker: Well, no argument here.
Dr. John Becker: (to Mr. Marino, who claims he "forgot" to take his medications) You remembered to keep smoking.
Mr. Marino: Who says I'm smoking?
Dr. John Becker: You're a lying, smoking bastard! I know because I'm one, too. Look, right now, you're being stupid. Do you want to be stupid and dead?
Mr. Marino: You use that mouth with all your patients?
Dr. John Becker: Only the stupid ones!
Dr. John Becker: It's real simple, Mr. Marino: You're walking across the street. A bus is coming at you. I'm trying to help you get out of the way. Even a five year-old is smart enough to do that. You think you might take directions as well as a five year-old?
Mr. Marino: You know what? I got some directions for you, pal! Why don't you go straight to Hell, take a left at Up Yours, and then take a right at Kiss my Ass!
Dr. John Becker: (on the phone) Well, when Mr. Marino gets back to the office, tell him to call Dr. Becker, please. He told you to tell me that? Well, I'm a doctor, and that's not physically possible.
Margaret: You're dealing with people, John. Sometimes you have to be a little tactful.
Dr. John Becker: I don't have time to be tactful, Margaret! Am I wrong, here? A guy's crossing the street, a bus is about to hit him, I yell at him to watch out!
Margaret: You keep yelling at me like that, I'm going to shove you in front of that bus, climb inside, get behind the wheel and back up over you again!
Dr. John Becker: You'd really back over me?
Margaret: Only to put you out of your misery.
Dr. John Becker: Hey, Jake. Let me ask you something. Say you're crossing the street and some guy yells at you because you're about to be hit by a bus.
Jake Malinak: What street?
Dr. John Becker: What's the difference?
Jake Malinak: Well, John, I'm tying to help you here, so...
Dr. John Becker: All right, fine, fine. Fourth and Road. You happy? The point is...
Jake Malinak: Is it a local or an express?
Dr. John Becker: What difference does it make?
Jake Malinak: Well, I want to know how fast it's going. Now, if it's a local, I know it's going to stop, but if it's an express, it's just going to come barreling through--
Dr. John Becker: I don't know what kind of bus it is, all right?
Jake Malinak: Okay, fine, fine. So, I'm crossing the street, and here comes some kind of bus which may or may not be going fast enough to hit me.
Dr. John Becker: Okay, you know what? The bus was going fast than I thought! You're dead!
Jake Malinak: Why does it always have to be the blind black guy crossing the street?
Dr. John Becker: Oh, all right! Fine, Jake! It's a white guy crossing the street!
Jake Malinak: Now we're talkin'! Is he big and slow?
Dr. John Becker: He's me! Okay?! I'm crossing the street!
Dr. John Becker: (to Mrs. Marino) I know why you want to kill him. (to Mr. Marino) And now I know why you want to die.
Dr. John Becker: (answers phone) Hello? Excuse me? Am I interested in changing my long distance carrier? (blows air horn into the phone) Thanks for calling.

[edit] Sex in the Inner City

Dr. John Becker: (after a neighbor's music wakes him up) Hey, foreign guy! Whatever you're doing to the goat is not my idea of an alarm clock!
Dr. John Becker: There's only one reasons to run: if you're being chased, or if you're on fire.
Dr. John Becker: What is this, National Sex Day? I got a woman doing it in a parked car. This clown wants Viagra. Everybody I see this morning has sex on the brain.
Radiator Repairman: You got a really old system, here. Your pipes are clogged. You gotta let off the pressure or the system won't handle it.
Dr. John Becker: Hey, M.J. How are you doing?
Marvin Johnson: Where do babies come from?
Dr. John Becker: (pause) Europe.
Marvin Johnson: My brother told me if I see a girl naked then she's going to have a baby. Yesterday, I saw my cousin Francene naked. I don't have it big with her. She's mean.
Dr. John Becker: Well, they all are, kid.
Radiator Repairman: Hey, doc? When was the last time you got it serviced?
Dr. John Becker: Excuse me?
Radiator Repairman: Your system. How long's it been since you blew your pipes out?
Dr. John Becker: (looks at a patient's chart) Eczema. Thank you, God. (takes one look at her) Oh, brother.
Dr. John Becker: So, where's the problem?
Patient: See this thing on the back of my neck? It's like this all over. Between my breasts, my thighs. Do you want me take my clothes off?
Dr. John Becker: Hold it, hold it. We'll just work our way down. No, I mean, take our time. Take this-- no.
Patient: See, I've got to keep my skin perfect. I'm a dancer.
Dr. John Becker: Ah! Broadway?
Patient: No. Lap.
Radiator Repairman: I'm glad you got me over here, doc. Your system is getting ready to blow!
Dr. John Becker: Stay away from me!
(Becker turns on the TV)
Woman on TV: Hi. I'm Tiffany. I want to tell you things I've never told anyone. Hot, nasty, thi--
(changes channel)
Woman on TV: You want firm, tasty, sexy fun? I mean, just look at these!
(changes channel)
Woman on TV: Jerry, I don't think nymphomaniac is a big enough word to describe me.
(changes channel)
Reporter: And in our final story tonight, we'd like to wish a special happy birthday to Hazel Meyers. Today, the oldest woman in New York is 106 years old.
Dr. John Becker: And not lookin' to bad, either.

[edit] Tell Me Lies

Dr. John Becker: Jake, let me give you a little tip: whatever you do, never, ever, go to a hospital. You got a problem, throw yourself in front of a train. It's quicker, it's cheaper and it's a hell of a lot less paperwork. Patient of mine went to this morning for surgery. By the time I get there, he's gone.
Jake Malinak: Oh, John. I'm sorry.
Dr. John Becker: No, he's not dead! He's gone! They lost him! They physically lost the entire person! Oh, yeah, they keep track of their $25 ass prison there, $40 Q-tips, but apparently poor, unconscious Mr. Barelli was just a little too slippery for them! But at least it was all worthwhile. When I got Mr. Barelli up to his room, he found the perfect way to thank me. Threw up all over my shoes.
Dr. John Becker: Know what I'm doing right now?
Jake Malinak: Hm?
Dr. John Becker: Giving you the finger.
Jake Malinak: John, I'm blind, I'm poor and I'm running a newsstand in the Bronx. God gave me the finger long before you ever did.
Dr. John Becker: You know, I can't help but notice you're acting a little- what's that word you used, Jake? Oh, yeah. Bitchy.
Jake Malinak: I never said that. I agree, but I never said that.

[edit] My Dinner With Becker

Dr. John Becker: If you and I were the only people on the face of the Earth, that would be the only thing we'd have in common.

[edit] Man Plans, God Laughs

[edit] City Lights

[edit] Physician, Heal Thyself

[edit] Choose Me

[edit] P.C. World

[edit] Scriptus Interruptus

[edit] Love! Lies! Bleeding!

[edit] Becker the Elder

[edit] Larry Spoke

[edit] Activate Your Choices

[edit] Limits and Boundaries

[edit] Partial Law

[edit] Saving Harvey Cohen

[edit] Truth and Consequences

[edit] Drive, They Said

[edit] Lucky Day

[edit] Regarding Reggie

[edit] Season 2

[edit] Point of Contact

[edit] Imm-Oral Fixations

[edit] Cyrano De Beckerac

[edit] Linda Quits

[edit] My Boyfriend's Back

[edit] Shovel Off to Buffalo

[edit] He Said, She Said

[edit] Stumble in the Bronx

[edit] Hate Thy Neighbor

[edit] Pain in the Aspirin

[edit] Blind Curve

[edit] Santa On Ice

[edit] The Hippocratic Oath

Dr. John Becker: For god's sake, if you're gonna kill yourself, at least have the decency to wait until after rush hour. (sees no one is in the diner)
Dr. John Becker: Where have you been? I'm out here talking to myself.
Regina "Reggie" Kostas: Well, it must be nice to have someone to agree with you for a change.
Dr. John Becker: Psychology, yeah, right. How hard can it be? "Hi. You hate your mother. That'll be a hundred bucks."
Regina "Reggie" Kostas: As opposed to, "Get lots of rest and drink plenty of fluids, that'll be a hundred-fifty?"
Dr. John Becker: Let me guess: long hair, sandals, has the pretentious college kid smirk you want to smack off with a baseball bat?
Regina "Reggie" Kostas: Geez, Becker, you never even met him. It's like you pre-hate him.
Dr. John Becker: Saves time.
Dr. John Becker: Just so you know, the only reason why he's helping you is because he wants to sleep with you.
Regina "Reggie" Kostas: Now, why would you say something like that?
Dr. John Becker: He's a college kid. Basically, that's a penis with a backpack.
Jake: I might be running into some health problems. You see, I met this girl who's into astrology, right? She told me--
Dr. John Becker: Astrology! Congratulations, Reg. Psychology just moved up a notch.
Regina "Reggie" Kostas: Becker, astrology goes back thousands of years.
Dr. John Becker: Thousands years ago, people were crapping in their hats.
Linda: (to Margaret) The important thing is that you were nice to someone. And, lucky you, they died.
Linda: Think about it: you could come back rich.
Margaret: If I come back rich, I'm not coming back.
Dr. John Becker: So, how are you feeling?
Patient: Good. But that's the problem. I read this article about people who can't feel pain, and I've been feeling fine lately. So, that got me thinking: what if I'm one of those people? I mean, I could be in excruciating pain right now and not even know it.
Dr. John Becker: Walter, that condition's called hyposensitivity, and I seriously doubt if you have it.
Patient: Well, I'd like to know for sure. Isn't there some kind of test you can run?
Dr. John Becker: (hits him with a reflex hammer, to which he yells in pain)
Patient: What if I do get that disease? How will I know?
Dr. John Becker: All right. Here. (gives him the reflex hammer) Home test kit.
Delivery man: Do you want 'em all right here?
Dr. John Becker: No, no, why don't you leave the truck outside for a couple of months and if I need anything, I'll just go out and get it?
Linda: (looking through a phone book) Locksmith, locksmith, lava lamps. Oh, I've been looking for one of those.
Dr. John Becker: Well, all the really classy places have lobsters in a tank. I guess rats in a box could catch on.
Dr. John Becker: Am I the only one in this neighborhood who remembers that we're all here to help each other?
Theresa: Dr. Becker?
Dr. John Becker: Oh, what now?!
Dr. John Becker: What happened?
Theresa: Jimmy hit Sean with his hockey stick and cut his cheek.
Dr. John Becker: Don't you kids ever do this kind of stuff on weekends?
Linda: Okay, here's the thing--
Dr. John Becker: No no no NO MORE THINGS!
Dr. John Becker: Don't tell me you didn't order any bandages.
Linda: I ordered ten thousand. I'm just not sure where they are.
Dr. John Becker: Well, here's a good idea: LOOK!
Jake Malinak: I know it's none of my business, but this Brad guy sounds a little young for you.
Regina "Reggie" Kostas: He's not that young.
Brad: Could you cut the crust off my sandwich?
Regina "Reggie" Kostas: Crust off. [gives thumbs up] Got it!
Jake Malinak: Hey, Reg? You know how women are always trying to change guys? Now you got one that'll probably need changing every couple hours.
Dr. John Becker: What is this? National Incompetence Day?
Dr. John Becker: Linda, will you answer that damn phone?
Linda: Oh, all right. [answers phone] Hello, damn doctor's office!
Locksmith: I smashed my hand!
Dr. John Becker: Oh, why does everything happen to me?
Dr. John Becker: Linda, help Theresa catch that kid! And find me those damn bandages!
Linda: What about the kid?
Dr. John Becker: First, do what I tell you then do what I told you!
Linda: You know, yelling doesn't solve anything!
Dr. John Becker: OH, YES IT DOES! IT MAKES ME FEEL BETTER!
Jake Malinak: (accidentally pulls a fire alarm) Oh, I hate when I do that...
Dr. John Becker: (to two firefighters) Oh, come on. Just because you hear an alarm, does that mean you have to come racing over?
Dr. John Becker: You're fine, Jake. Just don't listen to any more of that astrology crap.
Jake Malinak: Yeah, I guess you're right. Although, I am an Ares and she did say that that's a fire sign--
Dr. John Becker: Oh, get out!
Margaret: (sees all the boxes in the office) What the hell happened here?
Dr. John Becker: (long pause) Okay, here's the thing...

[edit] The Rumor

[edit] All The Rage

[edit] Old Yeller

[edit] The Roast That Ruined Them

[edit] For Whom the Toll Calls

[edit] The Bearer of Bad Tidings

[Linda stands up with a post-it note stuck on her forehead]
Linda: I had a message for Margaret but I can't find it.
Dr. John Becker: Was it to tell her Mrs. Cooper called?
Linda: Wow, it's like you read my mind.
Dr. John Becker: Some are easier than others.
[Becker walks away and Margaret comes in]
Linda: I have a message for you.
Margaret: Was it to tell me Mrs. Cooper called?
Linda: Wow, you people are freaky scary.
[Linda goes in the back]
Dr. John Becker: I won't tell her if you won't tell her.
Dr. John Becker: Uh-Linda?
Linda, Lynda: Yes?
Dr. John Becker: I meant Linda.
Linda, Lynda: Yes?
Margaret: You're both named Linda?
Linda, Lynda: Yes.
Dr. John Becker: I just had that creepy feeling I had in medical school watching the cell divide.
Linda: She can help out. She can do half my work.
Margaret: Doing half your work is what you do.
Dr. John Becker: Of all the things we needed around here, another Linda was not one of them.
Margaret: Just for today, you are Beth.
Lynda: I don't like the name Beth.
Linda: I do, can I be Beth?
Lynda: I want to be Beth too.
Margaret: You can't both be Beth.
Linda: Why? We're both Linda.
Lynda: Let's pick our own names.
Linda: I want to be Margaret.
Lynda: No, I want to be Margaret.
Margaret: I want to be dead.

[edit] One Angry Man

[edit] Sight Unseen

[edit] Crosstalk

[edit] Cooked

[edit] Panic on the 86th

[edit] Season 3

[edit] The Film Critic

[edit] Super Bob

Becker: What's the matter with you people? I didn't kill that guy.
Bob: [coming out of phone booth] Hey, Becker, you know that guy you killed? I just got his job.
Becker: I didn't kill anybody, Bob! What'd you just say?
Bob: I'm your new super.
Becker: But Alexei just died this morning. How could you even know about the job?
Bob: I owe it all to Linda.
Becker: Linda helped you? My Linda?
Bob: If, by "help", you mean left your office as soon as she heard the old super croaked, ran to your building, gave them my resume—which, by the way, she wrote—acted as a reference, and wouldn't leave until they agreed to hire me, then, yeah, she helped!
Becker: But you don't know anything about being a super!
Bob: What's to know? Jake can do it, for crying out loud!
Jake: Hey!
Bob: Not to mention it's the deal of a lifetime—good salary, free apartment, and I get to sit on my ass all day and pretend I don't speak English. It's what I was born to do!
Becker: This can't be happening.
Bob: Don't worry. Whatever you need, day or night, my door is always open, and thanks to my new passkey, so is yours.
Reggie: Jake, do you realize what this means?
Jake: Yeah, Bob has someplace else to go.

[edit] One Wong Move

[Becker's patient is Richard Hatch, winner of Survivor: Borneo]
Dr. John Becker: [checking his clipboard] Okay, uh, Mr. Hatch. I'm Dr. Becker.
[he and Richard shake hands]
Richard Hatch: Hey, Doc. Want me to take my clothes off? 'Cause that's no problem.
Dr. John Becker: Uh, why don't we just talk first.
Richard Hatch: Okay.
Dr. John Becker: [checking his clipboard] All right. It says you're here for... stomach distress. Any, uh, recent changes in your diet?
Richard Hatch: No, but, uh, several months ago, I was out of the country.
Dr. John Becker: Oh, yeah, I've seen that before. Mexico?
Richard Hatch: No, I was on this island. My diet was very exotic. I pretty much existed on stingray, dog food, beetle larvae...
Dr. John Becker: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Stop. What the hell's wrong with you?
Richard Hatch: Hey, some of the other people there ate rats.
Dr. John Becker: Rats? Well, why in the world would anyone do that?
Richard Hatch: It was for "Survivor."
Dr. John Becker: "Survivor?"
Richard Hatch: You know, the contest? The show? It was on television.
Dr. John Becker: Television? Oh, my God! You know, what is this world coming to? People are eating bugs and rats on a stupid television show? I swear to God! You know, TV has become nothing more than the... the Petri dish where this country grows its idiots! Don't they have better things to do than to debase themselves coast to coast?
Richard Hatch: Well, I won.
Dr. John Becker: Oh, yeah, won. Yeah, please. I mean, what could you possibly have won that would make up for your loss of self-respect?
Richard Hatch: A million dollars?
Dr. John Becker: Now, h-h-how could I get involved with something like that? Is that something that any... just anybody...
[the scene fades out]
Bob: (about Linda's clothes) Wow, is that a handkerchief? Because Bob feels a sneeze coming on.

[edit] What Indifference a Day Makes

[edit] The Usual Suspects

[edit] The Wrong Man

[edit] Beckerethics

[edit] Smoke 'Em If You Got 'Em

Jake: Don't try sneaking a smoke, cause I already talked to Margaret and Linda. I have eyes everywhere.
Becker: You don't have eyes anywhere.

[edit] Dr. Angry Head

[edit] Margaret's Dream

[edit] Heart Breaker

[edit] The Trouble with Harry

[edit] The Princess Cruise

[edit] Pretty Poison

[edit] 2001 1/2: A Graduation Odyssey

[edit] Elder Hostile

[edit] The Ugly Truth

[edit] The More You Know

[edit] You Say Gay Son, I Say Godson

[edit] Nocturnal Omissions

[edit] The TorMentor

[edit] Small Wonder

[edit] Sue You

[edit] Trials and Defibrillations

Ruth: We need a new strategy.
Dr. John Becker: Does it involve me taking the bailiff's gun and blasting my way out of here?
Ruth: No, that's plan B.
Judge Reinhold: Dr. Becker, I don't want to hear your voice again. Counselor, call your next witness.
Ruth: [pointing to Becker] It's him.
Linda: You had motive, you had opportunity, and let's not forget yesterday you said you wanted to kill him.
Dr. John Becker: If I was capable of killing someone would you still be alive?
[Becker walks into the back]
Linda: [to Margaret] He didn't do it.
Melvin: And when you say Dr. Becker, who are you referring too?
Vinny Deluca: [points to Becker] That man there.
[courtroom gasps]
Dr. John Becker: Oh, come on, who didn't know that already?
[Melvin, Vinny's Lawyer asked Margaret a question after she had sworn the truth on the bible]
Margaret: Was that a real bible?
[talking to Becker]
Margaret: I'm sorry, John, I have to tell the truth.
Dr. John Becker: [pointing to the jury] You know they can hear you?
Dr. John Becker: [after standing up from witness chair in courtroom] I will not sit here and be accused of being a bad doctor. I am a damn good doctor.
Judge Reinhold: Doctor Becker, you are out of order!
Dr. John Becker: [turning to judge] No! You know something: You're out of order! This whole system is out of order!
Judge Reinhold: [bangs gavel] All right, Pacino. You have no idea how much I hate that damn movie!

[edit] Season 4

[edit] Psycho Therapy

[edit] Breakfast of Chumpions

[edit] Jake's Jaunt

[edit] Dog Days

[edit] Really Good Advice

[edit] Get Me Out of Here

[edit] Hanging with Jake

[edit] Dinner and a Showdown

[edit] The Buddy System

[edit] The Ghost of Christmas Presents

[edit] Another Tricky Day

Dr. John Becker: Well, it's official. The nuts are out in full force today.
Dr. John Becker: You're not gonna believe this. Six o'clock in the morning, somebody knocks on my door.
Linda: That's incredible!
Dr. John Becker: There's more, Linda.
Linda: Oh, good, because that part was really boring.
Dr. John Becker: Anyway, I open the door. There's a guy asking to borrow some underwear.
Regina "Reggie" Kostas: Now, Linda.
Linda: That's incredible!
Dr. John Becker: On my way to work, some guy in a full New York Jets uniform stops me, tells me it's fourth and long, asks me if I know what the play is. I told him, "Run to the river and go deep."
Linda: It's like I always say. Well, I don't always say it, but I have said it, so I guess technically that I sometimes say it. Which means I say it pretty often. Which brings up an interesting point: is it "off-in" or "off-ten?"
Dr. John Becker: Linda, the point. What's your point?
Linda: That Mercury's in retrograde. That always makes people act very strangely.
Dr. John Becker: (scoffs) Astrology. What a load of crap.
Regina "Reggie" Kostas: You don't think people's lives are affected by the stars?
Bob: Wait, are we talking about planets or celebrities 'cause clearly, when Brad Pitt is in town, traffic is tied up around for hours.
Linda: I love Brad Pitt.
Bob: Me too. But in a totally non-gay way.
Dr. John Becker: Yeah, I gotta admit, I kinda envy Brad Pitt because he's not involved in this conversation.
Dr. John Becker: (reading a personal ad) "Get out of here, get to work, or I will fire you."
Linda: I'm telling you, Dr. Becker. That woman was definitely checking you out.
Dr. John Becker: No, she wasn't.
Linda: Deny it all you want, but I'm telling you she was looking.
Dr. John Becker: Really?
Linda: Oh, yeah.
Dr. John Becker: Huh.
Linda: She had to be about 80, but she was definitely interested.
Dr. John Becker: Oh. Yeah. That one.
Margaret: There's something crawling around inside the walls!
Linda: Oh, you know what? I'll bet it's a rat.
Margaret: I know it's a rat. I'm trying to find it so I can kill it!
Dr. John Becker: What's the big deal? He's probably just another rat here to make it on the great rat way.
Linda: It's such a difficult life for them. So much disappointment.
Dr. John Becker: (reading a lab report) Oh, my god.
Linda: No, no. Some make it.
Dr. John Becker: This is incredible. It's from the lab. They made a mistake on Mr. Garland's test results. He's fine.
Margaret: (reads the report) Oh, my god, John. You told the man he was dying!
Dr. John Becker: Yeah, well he's not. I gotta get him on the phone here. I can't believe the lab screwed up like that.
Linda: Yeah, well he's not the only one that's happened to. I sent the film for my vacation to the lab and they totally lost it.
Dr. John Becker: Different lab, Linda!
Linda: All's I'm saying the guy's got the rest of his life to look forward to. I spent a week in Bermuda and have no idea what I did.
Regina "Reggie" Kostas: Hey, Jake. Where have you been?
Jake Malinak: My nana sent me package and it took me an hour to pick it up at the post office. Turns out forty-five minutes of that was me waiting in line for the ladies room.
Bob: Giving a blind man a Scrabble set it cruel. It would be like buying you a fish tank. It's a total waste.
Jake Malinak: I have a fish tank and I'll tell you why: I find the sounds of the bubbles to be very relaxing.
Bob: Look, Jake--
Regina "Reggie" Kostas: Bob.
Bob: No, I'm telling him: You do NOT have a fish tank. What you have is a toilet that needs to be jiggled!
Jake Malinak: Reggie?
Regina "Reggie" Kostas: Once you started naming the fish, we just didn't have the heart to tell you.
Bob: (reading the Scrabble box) "Special Edition: Can be enjoyed by the blind and sighted alike." Okay. Bob stands corrected. Let's play, Jake.
Regina "Reggie" Kostas: So, a blind man playing Scrabble is wrong, but you beating a blind man at Scrabble, you have no problem with.
Bob: Exactly.
Jake Malinak: It's okay, Reg. Let the little weasel put his money where his mouth is.
Bob: Oh, yeah? Fifty bucks!
Jake Malinak: I'm in!
Regina "Reggie" Kostas: Wow, look at this! Each tile's marked in braille.
Bob: Wait a minute. He can tell what they are? I'm out.
Jake Malinak: Damn, I was looking forward to it. I haven't played since I was a little kid.
Bob: Really? Well, why be a bad sport? I'm back in.
Linda: (about a patient's odd behavior; in sing-song tone) Mercury. Retrograde.
Dr. John Becker: It has nothing to do with that.
Linda: (sing-song) Suits yourself. There are two new patients waiting in your office.
Dr. John Becker: (sing-song) Stop that.
Linda: (sing-song) I can't.
Dr. John Becker: (to two patients who tried to get drugs) Instead of getting high on drugs, why don't try getting high on life?! Oh, my god. I am officially a hundred years old.
Margaret: (on the phone) Can you come here right away?
Dr. John Becker: Who are you talking to?
Margaret: (on phone) No, I don't care how much it costs.
Dr. John Becker: Now I don't care who you're talking to. (hangs up)
Margaret: John, that was the exterminator! I want that thing out of here!
Dr. John Becker: Margaret, it's just a rat! Why do you hate it so much, anyway?
Margaret: Because, when I was a child, my father bought me a little dog--
Dr. John Becker: Oh, please, please. Is this going to be that urban legend story where the dog turns out to be a rat?
Margaret: No. This is my sixth birthday party where my dog was EATEN by a rat!
Dr. John Becker:... Beats pin the tail on the donkey, I guess...
Mr. Garland: I can't believe it.
Dr. John Becker: I know, it's a horrible mistake. I can only imagine what you've been through, you know, but the good news is you're fine.
Mr. Garland: The hell I am! I've been living the last two weeks like I only got two weeks left to live! If I'm not dying, I'm a dead man!
Dr. John Becker: Mr. Garland, I understand--
Mr. Garland: No, you don't understand. When I left your office that day, I was devastated. But then I figured if I've only got a short time to live, well, I'm going to go out in style. The first thing I did was quit my job, told my boss to go straight to hell. What'd I have to lose? You told me I was dying.
Dr. John Becker: I-I understand, but that's still just a job, you know? So you burned a bridge.
Mr. Garland: No. I burned his new BMW.
Dr. John Becker: Why would you do that?
Mr. Garland: Because you told me I was dying!
Dr. John Becker: Couldn't you pay him back?
Mr. Garland: No, I can't. I spent all my money on champagne, limos and lap dances.
Dr. John Becker: All of it?
Mr. Garland: I got a lot of lap dances.
Dr. John Becker: So, you spent all your money, and you lost your job, but all those things are fixable.
Mr. Garland: No. I haven't finished yet. After that, I maxed out my credit cards, cursed out my wife, and sent a photo copy of my ass to the IRS.
Dr. John Becker: Look, I'll try to help you. I'll call the lab. They made a mistake once--
Mr. Garland: There's a chance I might not make it?!
Dr. John Becker: I promise I will exhaust ever possibility, but I'm only human, you know? In the end, you may have to come to grip with the fact that... you're gonna live.
Mr. Garland: (sulks out the door)
Regina "Reggie" Kostas: There. Cat. I'm using the C at the end of your word, Jake.
Jake Malinak: Which one?
Regina "Reggie" Kostas: Xebec.
Bob: I still say that's not a word.
Jake Malinak: Bob, I told you. It's a antiquated tri-masted Mediterranean sailing vessel.
Bob: NONE OF THOSE ARE WORDS!
Regina "Reggie" Kostas: All right, smartass. It's your turn.
Bob: Read 'em and weep. J-U-G-G-S. Juggs!
Regina "Reggie" Kostas: Not a word.
Bob: Yes, it is! Jake's news stand! Magazines, top shelf!
Jake Malinak: Forget about it, Bob. It's a proper noun. Besides, we already let you have melons, boobs, and Hooters.
(A man starts screaming in the bathroom)
Dr. John Becker: What the hell's that?
Margaret: Mr. Pearson.
Dr. John Becker: Oh, yeah. Right.
Dr. John Becker: You know, I never thought I'd say this, but I'm beginning to think that Linda was right about all that astrology crap.
Margaret: Oh, that's nonsense. Strange things don't happen to you because of the planets or numerology or any of that junk. If your faith in the Lord was as strong as mine, you'd know that. You lead a good life, you'd go to Heaven. If you don't, you suffer the consequences.
Devilish-Looking Man: Excuse me.
Margaret: (takes one look at him) Oh, sweet Jesus. Um, are you a new patient?
Devilish-Looking Man: Yes, I am.
Margaret: And your name is...?
Devilish-Looking Man: I'm known by many names... Jim, James, Jimbo.
Margaret: (to Becker) You take him, I'll get the rat.
Regina "Reggie" Kostas: That's right, Bob. Jake's pretended to be blind all these years so he beat you at Scrabble.
Bob: It's possible.
Dr. John Becker: Scrabble with Jake?
Regina "Reggie" Kostas: What, you think we're taking advantage of him?
Dr. John Becker: No, I think he's taking advantage of you. He played in the National Championships like, three different times.
Bob: Excuse me?!
Jake Malinak: Well, I only won once.
Bob: Jake, you hustled us!
Dr. John Becker: Well, now technically, it's not hustling unless you were dumb enough to play for money.
Bob: I thought it was a sure thing! He's blind! I mean, the man's been throwing fish food in his toilet for the last five years!
Mr. Garland: So, did you get the test results? Am I really dying?!
Dr. John Becker: Mr. Garland, sometimes, no matter how hard we try--
Mr. Garland: (disappointed) I'm gonna live?
Linda: Geez, who died?
Mr. Garland: Nobody!
Dr. John Becker: I was going to go along with that astrology crap, but then I looked it up. Mercury doesn't go into retrograde for another three months.
Linda: Wow, that must mean that all the weird stuff that happened here today was nothing but a bunch of unrelated coincidences.
Dr. John Becker: Yeah, you got a better explanation?
Linda: Well, if you add up the month, the day and the year, that adds up to 26. You add the two and the six, that's eight. Divide that by four, that's two, which is the number of people here in this room. Coincidence? I don't think so.
Dr. John Becker: Aw, Margaret, will you let go of that rat thing?
Margaret: (poking the ceiling with a broom) I can't, John. He's up there. I know he is.
Dr. John Becker: All right, get down. Get down. If it'll make you feel better, I'll go take a look.
Margaret: All right.
(Becker climbs a ladder to look above the ceiling panels)
Margaret: You see anything?
Dr. John Becker: (A huge rat shadow suddenly passes by him) Oh. Sweet Jesus.

[edit] The Ex-Files

[edit] Barter Sauce

[edit] V-Day

[edit] It Had to Be Ew

[edit] Let's Talk About Sex

[edit] Picture Imperfect

[edit] Talking Points

[edit] Too Much, Too Late

[edit] Piece Talks

[edit] Parannoyed

[edit] Missteaks

[edit] Much Ado About Nothing (1)

[edit] Everybody Loves Becker (2)

[edit] Season 5

[edit] Someone's In The Kitchen with Reggie?

[edit] Do the Right Thing

[edit] L.A. Woman

[edit] And The Heartbeat Goes On

Dr. John Becker: I never told you to shut up.
Mr. Humphries: You hung up on me once.
Dr. John Becker: So I didn't have to tell you to shut up.
Mr. Humphries: Tonight, I want you to read this.
Dr. John Becker: "10,000 reasons to smile"? Puppies, rainbows... this is 10,000 reasons to step in front of a bus!
Mr. Humphries: My grandson bought that for me, but if you don't like it, then, here, read this.
Dr. John Becker: "Tuesdays With Morrie"?
Mr. Humphries: It's about a younger man who visits an older man in the hospital.
Dr. John Becker: We don't need to read this book, we're living it right now!
Mr. Humphries: The younger man has a *positive* outlook on life. You got a problem with "Tuesdays With Morrie"?
Dr. John Becker: No, I got no problem with Tuesday. It's every other day of the week that's giving me trouble!

[edit] The Grand Gesture

[edit] The 100th

[edit] Papa Does Preach

[edit] Atlas Shirked

[edit] Blind Injustice

[edit] Chrismess

[edit] Once Upon a Time

[edit] Bad to the Bone

[edit] But I've Got Friends I Haven't Used Yet

[edit] The Pain in the Neck

Mr. Stoler: I don't need these pills. This test confirms everything I believe in.
Dr. John Becker: Damn it, this is what pisses me off about you people. You people find religion and think that you have all the answers!
Mr. Stoler: Don't doctors think they have all the answers?
Dr. John Becker: I *do* have all the answers!

[edit] Nightmare on Becker Street

[edit] The Job

Linda: I was right. [Becker]'s a junkie.
Dr. John Becker: Who the hell is this?
Linda Oops. Wrong number.


[edit] Thank You for Not Smoking

[edit] Amanda Moves Out

[edit] Ms. Fortune

[edit] Mr. and Ms. Conception

[edit] Chris's Ex

[edit] Daytime Believer

[edit] Season 6

[edit] What's Love Got To Do With It?

[edit] Dates & Nuts

[edit] A Little Ho-mance

[edit] Spontaneous Combustion

[edit] Afterglow

[edit] The Unbelievable Wrongness of Talking

[edit] Sister Spoils the Turkey

[edit] Chock Full 'O Nuts

Dr. John Becker: Look, someone in your department shut down a residential care facility in my neighborhood and threw everyone out into the street. Now I'm here because I want something done about it!
Deputy Secretary: Wow. You sound pretty upset.
Dr. John Becker: Well, I am. You know, I've been on the phone all afternoon calling every city agency I can think of, and all I got was the typical beureaucratic runaround.
Deputy Secretary: Well that's terrible, you shouldn't have been treated like that.
Dr. John Becker: At least you see that.
Deputy Secretary: Well of course I do!
Dr. John Becker: Then you'll help me?
Deputy Secretary: Oh dear no.
Dr. John Becker: ...Well, maybe you didn't understand me...
Deputy Secretary: No, I understood you perfectly. You've discovered a social injustice, and as a concerned citizen you've come to your government to demand some action.
Dr. John Becker: Exactly!
Deputy Secretary: It's not gonna happen. But that look on your face, oh, that took me back! What was that, righteous indignation? I used to feel like that when I first started working here forty-two years ago.
Dr. John Becker: Yeah, well - you've been in this office forty-two years?
Deputy Secretary: Yeah. Same desk, same fake plant, same window. Doesn't open. None of them do. Otherwise we'd all jump out. But you were saying?
Dr. John Becker: Look, I told you! Either reopen the facility, or make some arrangements to take care of these people!
Deputy Secretary: And I told you, I can't help.
Dr. John Becker: But you're the deputy secretary of social services!
Deputy Secretary: It's just a title.
Dr. John Becker: Dammit! Look, listen - you're in charge here, you're responsible, you work for the city!
Deputy Secretary: You're not listening! I can't help. Nobody can help. That facility is not going to reopen, and I'll tell you why: there is no money! There's no money because the federal government cut taxes, which is all anybody seems to care about anymore. That means less money for the state, which means less money for the city, which means we had to cut services, which means fewer cops, fewer firemen, bad air, bad water and crappy schools which will turn out another generation of voters too stupid and greedy to care about anything else besides cutting taxes! So don't you come in here and tell me to fix your problem, because there's not a DAMN THING I CAN DO ABOUT IT!... Where did that come from?

[edit] A First Class Flight

[edit] Margaret Sings the Blues

[edit] Snow Means Snow

[edit] Subway Story

[edit] D.N.R.

[edit] Assorted episodes

Margaret: So someone finally shot you.
Dr. John Becker: I always thought it would be you, Margaret.
Margaret: So did I.
Margaret: Jake, you've got to see this.
Jake Malinak: I'm blind.
Dr. John Becker: Did anyone watch the news last night?
Jake Malinak: Well, I don't really...
Dr. John Becker: Rhetorical question, stay with me, Jake. So they're doing a story about violence in America. And while they are interviewing a bloated senator from one of our great trailer park states, instead of making guns harder to get, he blames the violence on television. What about all the violence that happened before television? I suppose the Spanish Inquisition came off a bad episode of Gilligan's Island.
Dr. John Becker: Oh great, no cigarettes, the perfect cherry on this crap sundae of a morning.
Jake Malinak: I don't see why you don't just quit, John, they're taking years off your life
Dr. John Becker: Yeah, but those are the crusty old fart years that you spend just bitching at the world.
Jake Malinak: As opposed to this whole Gandhi thing you've got going on now?
[about breasts]
Chris Connor: Why do you think they're here for? For fun? No! They're here to
[shouts]
Chris Connor: get things done!
Margaret: [on the phone] I don't know. I don't know. I don't know.
[hangs up the phone and Becker walks in]
Margaret: What did you do?
Dr. John Becker: I don't know.
Hector Lopez: All right, people, give me your money!
Jake Malinak: Does he have a gun?
Chris Connor: No.
Jake Malinak: No.
Dr. John Becker: What's new, Linda?
Linda: A bunch of patients, but that's not important. Oh, yeah, there is a lawyer in your office, but that's not important. Wait 'til you see Margaret, she is wearing the most hideous thing.
Dr. John Becker: The flower dress?
Linda: No, worse.
Dr. John Becker: The pants with the gold circles?
Linda: No, worse. It looks like someone ate a box of crayons and threw up a sweater. Whatever you do, don't laugh.
Dr. John Becker: Linda, Margaret and I are coworkers, I know how to keep a straight face.
[walks in the back as Margaret walks by and laughs at her 'swest']
Dr. John Becker: Since when do you wear glasses?
Linda: I don't.
Dr. John Becker: Then what are those?
Linda: They just look good, they don't do anything.
Dr. John Becker: Yeah, well, you'd be the expert on that.
Alexei: Reggie is very much hot broad.
Linda: Someday you'll look back on this and laugh.
Dr. John Becker: Maybe I will. But before then, I will kill you. And then I'll use my powers as a physician to bring you back to life. And then, I will kill you again.
Margaret: I don't like to lie. It's wrong.
Dr. John Becker: Says who?
Margaret: The Lord!
Dr. John Becker: The Lord? Margaret, this is the Bronx. Believe me, he's not here.
Dr. John Becker: Just when I think God couldn't screw me any further, he gets out the old Black & Decker and twists a little harder!
Margaret: Interesting; you're being persecuted by a God you don't believe in.
Dr. John Becker: That's why he's after me, Margaret.
Dr. John Becker: ...everybody at Harvard used to stand in line for days to get into one of his classes
Bob: Who said Harvard students don't know how to party?
Dr. John Becker: I can't believe you don't remember me!
Prof. Fowler: I tell you one thing... you're becoming impossible to forget!
Dr. John Becker: Oh, I'm so glad to see you!
Bob: That's nice, John.
Dr. John Becker: I was talking to the cigarettes.
[Bob is trying to get reparations for being 1/64th Native American]
Bob: You people have no idea what it's like to be discriminated against!
Jake Malinak: Yeah, I'm a blind black man, we just SAIL through life.
Bob: Becker, I just had a great idea!
Dr. John Becker: The first one's always exciting, isn't it?
Bob: I was doing some research on the internet...
Dr. John Becker: Must have come as a surprise that it's not all porn, huh?
Bob: One shock at a time.
[about a patient]
Dr. John Becker: What does he want?
Margaret: To bask in the sunny warmth of your disposition.
Dr. John Becker: Did you ever hear me say that?
Margaret: No, but it certainly sounds like you!
[about relaxation tapes]
Dr. John Becker: You'd be surprised how many people give 'em to me for Christmas.
Chris Connor: I'm surprised people give you presents at all.
[Becker is buried up to his neck in fake snow]
Kid: Are you Mr. Angry Head?
Dr. John Becker: I'm *Doctor* Angry Head.
[to Liz]
Dr. John Becker: All right, I'm sorry.
[Reggie gasps]
Dr. John Becker: Oh, shut up.
Margaret: I have to leave early today.
Dr. John Becker: And leave me alone with Linda?
Dr. John Becker: He took special interest in one student. Can you guess who that young man was?
Linda: Who?
Dr. John Becker: Linda, don't be such an idiot. It's me.
Linda: Oh, when you said young it threw me off.
[doing a word association test]
Regina 'Reggie' Kostas: Dog.
Dr. John Becker: Leave.
Regina 'Reggie' Kostas: Tree.
Dr. John Becker: Me.
Regina 'Reggie' Kostas: Man.
Dr. John Becker: Alone.
Regina 'Reggie' Kostas: Hey!
Regina 'Reggie' Kostas: Doesn't what she did piss you off?
Dr. John Becker: Yeah, it just doesn't surprise me because I happen to feel that most people are cruel, small-minded and shallow.
Regina 'Reggie' Kostas: Oh, come on, Becker, if I believed that then I'd have to believe that the entire world just sucks.
Dr. John Becker: Thank you! That's what I've been trying to tell you every single morning for the past two years! Thank you.
Linda: OK Here's the thing...
Dr. John Becker: Aw come on Linda, no THINGS!
Regina 'Reggie' Kostas: I don't have a license to sell alcohol.
Dr. John Becker: You don't have a license to sell rat hair, either, but that never stopped you.
Patient: [guest star Mary Steenburgen] You arrogant bastard, if I say I know the Roosevelts, I know the Roosevelts.
[leaves the office]
Dr. John Becker: I pity the poor bastard who's married to her.
[Mary Steenburgen is Ted Danson's real-life wife]
[Linda wants to rename the exam rooms A, B and C and put the patients in them according to the letter of their ailment]
Dr. John Becker: There are three exams rooms, that's only A, B and C. What if someone comes in with, oh, I don't know, "M" for "migraine"?
Linda: Headache, "A" for ache.
Dr. John Becker: Pregnancy?
Dr. John Becker': "B" for baby.
Dr. John Becker: X-ray?
Linda: "C" for see-through.
Dana: What do you have against the New York City Marathon?
Dr. John Becker: The Marathon just gets my hopes up. At first it seems like 20,000 idiots are leaving the city, but then they just make a big loop and come right back.
Regina 'Reggie' Kostas: Do you think it would be silly for me to go back to college, now?
Dr. John Becker: No, I think it would silly for us to have this conversation again, ten years from now.
Annette Johnson: You just may go to Heaven whether you like it or not.
Dr. John Becker: Thanks. It's the first time someone suggested I go in that direction.
Chris Connor: You told Tony I was gay so he wouldn't be interested in me. Then you told me Tony was gay so I wouldn't be interested in him.
Dr. John Becker: Do you think I would be capable of that?
Chris Connor: You made up a sister named Pepper Becker!
Chris Connor: [to Dr. John Becker] There's not a day that goes by that doesn't prove you are emotionally retarded!
[a patient can't open the door]
Dr. John Becker: Door's unlocked right?
Margaret: Yup.
Dr. John Becker: And he still can't get in?
Margaret: Apparently.
Dr. John Becker: I guess I can be a little more tolerant.
Margaret: Oh, come on, you can't possibly be that stupid! If you keep pulling and it isn't working there is only one possible option, press the button and push!
[opens the door and looks to Dr. John Becker]
Margaret: Jackass!
Dr. John Becker: Feels good, doesn't it?
Patient: So, doctor, can you tell me what's wrong with me?
Dr. John Becker: It's the flu.
Patient: I mean, my heads stuffed up, my nose is clogged.
Dr. John Becker: These are all symptoms of the flu.
Patient: My muscles ache, I have no energy.
Dr. John Becker: It's the flu!
Patient: I sweat at night. I think that's why they call them night sweats.
Dr. John Becker: [shouts] It's the flu! Jeez, what's wrong with you?
Patient: I don't know, I think I caught a bug.
Dr. John Becker: [storms out]
[Reggie's diner has been robbed]
Dr. John Becker: Well, maybe this is a good sign. I mean, who would want to rob this place? Maybe they've finally run out of places to rob, and crime will finally stop in New York. I mean, whar could they possibly rob next?
[pause]
Dr. John Becker: Oh, dear God, my apartment!
Dr. John Becker: Well, I went to my first anger class and it worked... I'm pissed as hell. I'm in a room with a bunch of psychos, they hand out pamphlets and get this: Its an anger symptom early warning device.
Regina 'Reggie' Kostas: Its a rubber band.
Dr. John Becker: oh! college girl! anyway, I'm supposed to snap it everytime I feel angry.
Jake Malinak: doesn't that hurt?
Dr. John Becker: yes
Jake Malinak: won't that make you more angry?
Dr. John Becker: shut up.
Regina 'Reggie' Kostas: behavior modification works very well to help break behavioral patterns.
Dr. John Becker: yeah, look Reg, a couple of classes at the institute of psychology and air conditioner repair doesn't qualify you to pepper me with dime-store generalities.
Dr. John Becker: I woke up to the fact that as a healthcare professional, its insane for me to go on smoking.
Regina 'Reggie' Kostas: They raise the price of cigarettes again?
Dr. John Becker: Yeah. $4.50 a pack!
Jake Malinak: Wait a minute, this guy's really good-looking, isn't he?
Regina 'Reggie' Kostas: I could lick his face like a Dove bar.
Dr. John Becker: Hey, Hector, how is everything?
Hector Lopez: Well, actually...
Dr. John Becker: Rhetorical question, I don't really care.
Dr. John Becker: [to Margaret while looking at travel brochures] What were you thinking?
[slaps brochures on counter]
Dr. John Becker: Too hot. Too cold. Too stupid. Mexico? What's the point? In a few weeks, they'll all be up here.
Regina 'Reggie' Kostas: Well, I hate to break it to you--you're normal.
Dr. John Becker: You can't talk to me like that! You know, you've called me alot of things, you've called me neurotic, damaged, obstinant, inappropriate, but I'll be damned if I'm gonna sit there and let you tell me that I'm normal. I'm not normal. I'm abnormal!
Dr. John Becker: Know what I hate?
Jake Malinak: Who's got the list?
Margaret: So, Linda, how long have you had the nipple ring?
Linda: Gee. What makes you think I even do?
Bob: Hey, Doc!
Dr. John Becker: Hey, dork!
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