Carla: You know, I was only gonna go to that stupid exhibit because I wanted you to think I was brainy or something. I'm so angry at myself.
J.D.: Oh, thank goodness. Because I thought you were mad at me.
Carla: I've had hundreds of interns decide that they don't need me any more. Why should...? You see, this is why you can't be friends with doctors.
J.D.: Carla, if it's a problem, you, me, Elliot and Turk will get together...
Carla: I don't work with Turk and I'm not close to Elliot. The only problem here is you, okay? We're supposed to be friends. Your self-esteem is so wrapped up in what you do. You're a doctor. That's all you are. That's how you define yourself. And you think you're better than me because of it.
J.D.: Carla, I do not think-
Carla: Admit it. Admit it right now or I'll never respect you again.
J.D.: Okay. Sometimes that's true. Carla, you're a good nurse.
Carla: I'm a great nurse, you patronizing ass. You don't even get it, do you? In nine years, I never once felt bad about myself for what I do, not for one second. And then I met you.