Cole: What's crazy is thinking that you could cheer me up.
Lucy: You know, that is just the kind of jerky thing that makes people not wanna be there for you.
Cole: Well, I don't need them and I don't need you either. Okay, so take your cupcake and your license plate frame, leave the mini fan and go.
Lucy: Whatever you want.
Cole: Oh, come on, Lucy! Judge Mathis?!

Dr. Kelso: So where are your friends?
Cole: They never showed up. Man, if one of them needed me, I'd be there. Okay, like, when Trang asked me to help him move, I said no because I didn't want to slow everyone down with my hilarious jokes.
Dr. Kelso: Are you scared about this?
Cole: No.
Dr. Kelso: Okay.
Cole: Look, I'm totally freaked out, and I pushed away the one person who was here for me.

Turk: Well, Cole, everything looks great two weeks out, the wound's healed. Test results came back clean. Your cancer's gone.
Cole: That is so crazy. You know, I-I've always known that a surgeon might hook me up with some sweet calf implants or a robot arm, but I never thought one would save my life.
Turk: I'm not gonna lie. Surgeons are pretty awesome.
Cole: Hey, Dr. T., do you believe in fate? You know, like, the stuff they talk about during the boring parts of Lost? Well, I was thinking that maybe I got cancer for a reason. Like like somebody up there is telling me that I'm supposed to be a surgeon!

Turk: Oh, Cole, you don't want to be a surgeon.
Dr. Cox: Now just a second there, Gandhi. You've been looking for a protégé, and the good lord answered your prayers.
Cole: Oh, Dr. T., I would kill to be your protégé!
Turk: You don't want to be a surgeon, Cole. Okay? It's boring and it sucks. It's the complete opposite of a waterslide!
Dr. Cox: Dr. Turk is right. You'd you'd hate it. All the blood and guts. It's like an amazing horror movie.
Cole: I love horror movies!
Dr. Cox: Well, sure, but you'd have to wear a mask like a ninja, and who wants to do that?
Cole: Last Halloween I was a slutty ninja. Oh, this is gonna be awesome! I'm more sure about wanting to be a surgeon than I've ever been about anything ever. Okay. I gotta go update my Facebook status. But then I'm gonna come back, and I'm gonna start shadowing you, and I'm never gonna leave your side.

Cole: I've proved myself, right? So let's go open a brother up!
Turk: First of all, why it gotta be a brother?
[later:]
Turk: And second of all, a surgeon has to have a delicate touch and steady hand. Now I want you to take these tweezers and remove the fortune from this cookie without breaking it.
Cole: I can do that. Check out these brows. I know my way around a pair of tweezies.
Turk: Is it bright? Is it too bright? Lots of distractions in surgery. Blood everywhere, ooh! And out of nowhere, there could come a noise to just break your concentration!? A drum line in the O.R.! What?
Cole: Done. Somebody snare me.

Turk: Hey, Cole, you got a sec? Listen, I've been thinking about it, and amazingly enough, the same things that make you a complete douche also give you the potential to be a good surgeon, so, uh, it'd be an honor to teach you, if that's something you really want.
Cole: It might be the first thing I've ever really wanted.