Northern Exposure

I don't don't like it - I hate it! And I demand to leave! … Well that is because you are not the one who is supposed to spend the next 4 years of his life in this Godforsaken hole in the wall, pigsty with a bunch of dirty, psychotic rednecks!

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When I heard we had a crack at a Jew doctor from New York City.. well, I don't have to tell you I jumped. You boys do outstanding work.

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[to Maggie after a few beers] You're kinda pretty in a like, clean sort of way.

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Months later, as I sat in a juvenile detention home rereading those poems that had opened up the artist in me, I was blindsided by the raging fist of my incarcerator, who informed me that Walt Whitman's homoerotic unnatural pornographic sentiments were unacceptable and would not be allowed in an institution dedicated to reforming the ill formed.

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Ed: He is a doctor. Joel: Oh really? Which kind? Ed: Witch. Joel: Which which? Ed: Which what? Joel: Which doctor? Ed: Right.

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[to Joel] Indians don't knock. It's rude.

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