Dr. Cox: What do you say we cut to the chase? You're dating Carla, the one person in this hospital I can remotely stand and she wants us to get all kissy-faced with each other. I get it. I do. But every single time I shake my magic eight ball and ask it "Are we gonna be best friends?", do you know what it says?
Turk: No.
Dr. Cox: Outlook is buh-leak.
Turk: Dr. Cox, you really can't trust those things. When I was 9, I asked mine if I should open it and drink the fluid inside. I puked blue for three days.
Dr. Cox: Just a real cute story. Here's what you're gonna do. Go back to Carla. Don't obsess about why she's with you. Just tell her we went to a ballgame and we borrowed each other's sweaters. Mmm-kay, little buddy?