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Interview season is here again. Thought I'd haul this out.
-Yes sir, you have a fine institution. Do you keep the narcotics locked up here?
-Do you have any idea how expensive hookers are in this city?
-What have imagined my residency would be like? I don't know. Frankly I never in a million years thought I would get through medical school.
-One more question like that and I'll kill you.
-Yes, it appeared in Hustler. It still counts as a publication, right?
-I very well may be a mediocre candidate sir, but I'll receive a great ranking unless you want your wife to see certain videotapes of you and your administrative assistant at last year's Christmas party.
-In addition to my strong work as a student I believe that my psychic powers will allow me to be an excellent resident.
-My mommy won't let me play with sharp or pointy things. Will that be a problem?
-Well of course if it had specifically said to wear clothes on the invitation I would have done so.
-I've enjoyed my time here today although I am disappointed that you haven't acknowledged my status as a god.
-Does your resident insurance package pay death benefits? Excellent. And does the elevator I came up in go all the way to the roof?
-That was an excellent tour but what was that device the one doctor had stuck in his ears and pressed against the patient's chest?
-Are all the patients as ugly as the ones I've seen today?
-Of course I'm ready to accept responsibility. You sound just like the lawyers for my all of my ex-wives.
-Wednesday is still golf day, right?
-Yes, I do like to set things on fire. Will that be a problem?
-Your internet connections get porn, right? Not just that MD Consult crap.
-But enough about me. Have you accepted the Lord Jesus Christ as your one true savior?
-Ok, enough of this. What's it gonna take to get me in here? $800? $1000? $1250 is my final offer.
-You won't be running any kind of background checks, right?
-Yeah, I had a few drinks before I came in. So what?
-What are you lookin' at?
-Yes sir, you have a fine institution. Do you keep the narcotics locked up here?
-Do you have any idea how expensive hookers are in this city?
-What have imagined my residency would be like? I don't know. Frankly I never in a million years thought I would get through medical school.
-One more question like that and I'll kill you.
-Yes, it appeared in Hustler. It still counts as a publication, right?
-I very well may be a mediocre candidate sir, but I'll receive a great ranking unless you want your wife to see certain videotapes of you and your administrative assistant at last year's Christmas party.
-In addition to my strong work as a student I believe that my psychic powers will allow me to be an excellent resident.
-My mommy won't let me play with sharp or pointy things. Will that be a problem?
-Well of course if it had specifically said to wear clothes on the invitation I would have done so.
-I've enjoyed my time here today although I am disappointed that you haven't acknowledged my status as a god.
-Does your resident insurance package pay death benefits? Excellent. And does the elevator I came up in go all the way to the roof?
-That was an excellent tour but what was that device the one doctor had stuck in his ears and pressed against the patient's chest?
-Are all the patients as ugly as the ones I've seen today?
-Of course I'm ready to accept responsibility. You sound just like the lawyers for my all of my ex-wives.
-Wednesday is still golf day, right?
-Yes, I do like to set things on fire. Will that be a problem?
-Your internet connections get porn, right? Not just that MD Consult crap.
-But enough about me. Have you accepted the Lord Jesus Christ as your one true savior?
-Ok, enough of this. What's it gonna take to get me in here? $800? $1000? $1250 is my final offer.
-You won't be running any kind of background checks, right?
-Yeah, I had a few drinks before I came in. So what?
-What are you lookin' at?