Elliot: Dr. Kelso, I need to present a patient: Nineteen year old complaining of abdominal pain - turns out she's at least eight months pregnant. I'm just gonna let one of the Family Practice people handle it.
Dr. Kelso: Well, that sounds like a wonderful idea, sweetheart; except I heard your smart-aleck remark a second ago, so why don't you just keep your little pregnant girl. It'll be good practice for you, since you'll probably end up in a female specialty, anyway.
Elliot: What do you mean by that? I'm Internal Medicine.
Dr. Kelso: Well, of course you are. But numbers don't lie, and most women end up in OB-GYN, Family Practice, or Pediatrics. It's like a rip-tide, sweetheart - pulling and pulling, and you can swim against the current all you want; but when Mr. Stork comes a-calling, you're not gonna be thinking, "I'm Internal Medicine" - nope. It's gonna be, "Ohhhh, look at the baby!"
Elliot: Sir, I have to say, I'm offended!
Dr. Kelso. Oh, no. Now I have to go buy flowers to make it right