[a library full of semen samples falls over John, spilling everything]Oh, my God![Female Nurse]Look, I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.[John Bennett]We swear to God. It was an accident. We’re so sorry.[Ted]Well, I guess it’s all right. Those are the rejected sickle-cell samples.[Female Nurse]Oh, you hear that, Johnny? You’re covered in rejected black-guy sperm. You look like a Kardashian.[Ted]
