Lucy: [v.o.] Turk was right. A knowledge bomb had been dropped on our asses, So we decided to take another shot Even though paul wasn't gonna talk to any of us.
Cole: What up, nerds? Hey, this Paul dude is awesome. He nailed Marilyn Monroe!
Paul: Oh, no. It was actually Marilyn Montrose.
Cole: Same diff. Chicks named Marilyn are hot.

Cole: Hey, did you know Paulie got a purple heart in Korea? I didn't even know we fought Korea!
Lucy: So, Paul, how'd you get your purple heart? Come on, talk to us.

Cole: Oh, hey, Luce, guess what I see.
Lucy: Don't say it.
Cole: I see dead people.
Lucy: Yep, fifteenth time's the charm.

Cole: [laughs] Man, you crack me up. Ugh. Uh, but for reals, I gotta split. I met this old cat upstairs who's got really painful glaucoma. [sing-songy] Translation: crazy-ass government product. [normal voice] Yeah, we'll probably hang out. Maybe watch some Benson reruns. You know what I'm saying? Yeah, you know what I'm saying.
Dr. Cox: Number One, remind me again why I can't kill him.
Drew: His daddy built the hospital.
Dr. Cox: Fair enough. All of you remain where you are for a moment. I'm going to punch through a wall.

Turk: All right, class, we're looking for evidence of disease or abnormality.
Cole: Hey, Dr. T. I heard one time they opened up a dude's stomach, and there was a finger inside of it. I mean, think about it. You're in a lab, you're a little buzzed, everything's cool. Then all of a sudden your dead guy's flipping you the bird with another dude's finger. I mean, what?!

Drew: Look Cole, you gotta dial it down a bit. School newspaper's coming out next week, and they're publishing class rankings.
Cole: I thought you were already number one.
Drew: That's just with Dr. Cox. These are the real rankings. Everything counts: grades, participation, grunt work. Everyone sees.
Cole: Really?
Drew: Yeah.
Cole: Huh. Hey, it's all good. I don't mind if people know my rank. Okay, it's like going to the gym. When you blast it as hard as I do, you want people to notice. How much you think I bench?
Drew: I don't know, like-
Cole: I don't bench. I do high intensity reps. I'm toned as balls.

Cole: Ahh, snoops! Old king Cole is in the house! Hey, did everybody see the newsletter? Check it out. Number one: Aaronson, Cole.
Lucy: Isn't that just an alphabetized list of all the students in our class?
Drew: Yep.
Lucy: You gonna tell him?
Drew: I haven't decided.
Cole: Oh, too bad, Bennett, Lucy. [laughs] What happened, Suffin? You're, like, two-thirds of the way down this thing. That is rough!
Drew: I don't know, but congratulations.
Cole: Yep, old Double-A Aaronson nailed it again. You suck, Zimmerman!

Lucy: It's so nice having someone to talk to. I feel like I can't go to the other med students. It's gotten so cutthroat. People will do anything to get ahead.
[flashback to Cole talking to a fellow student with a laptop covered in Lost stickers:]
Cole: Lost got canceled, and they're never gonna air the finale? So many questions! Hey, good luck on the test, bro.

Cole: Oh, hey, what did Drew say about me rejoining the study group?
Lucy: He said no.
Cole: Really? Hey, did you remind him I'm 1/18th American Indian?
Lucy: Are you?
Cole: I don't know, but I always tell people that. Makes the white man feel guilty.

Drew: Crazy idea. How about we just who study in study group?
Cole: Uh, no can do. I gotta take a walk to clear my head, maybe grab a fruit roll-up. I don't even know right now.