The other night I was watching the episode of 30 Rock in which Liz Lemon considers moving to Cleveland to be with her beau. As she had a lovely time there, I was yelling at the screen: "Do it, Liz, they have the Cleveland Clinic for j-pouches!".
(If I suddenly become super rich, I'm flying to the Cleveland Clinic for a second opinion. Maybe I'll get mistaken for a model in Cleveland like Liz did!)