Scrubs; My Brother, Where Art Thou?

JD: “Turk, you don’t get it, man. Your family was there for you.”
“You know, I love how kids of divorced swear they have the market cornered on family dysfunction; but let me share with you a typical Thanksgiving at the Turk household. It starts with my mother yelling at my sister for yelling at my grandmother who’s yelling at the television screen, which happens to be the microwave. And then my militant brother Jubari – formerly “Bob” – gives my father attitude for using the word “black,” *even though* he’s referring to the turkey, which by the way only got burnt because instead of turning the oven off, my bipolar aunt Leslie tried to shove her head in it. But you know what we do? We kiss, and we hug, and we apologize for all the things we said, ‘cause a month later we’re gonna get together and do it again at Christmas!


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