Carla: Where'd you get the idea for the stupid tape recorder?
Turk: [plays recording] Dude, I love your new tape recorder.
[J.D. and Turk laugh]
Carla: You two are idiots.
J.D.: Come on, Carla, I wanted a hook and I only had one other idea.
[fantasy: J.D. has a parrot on his shoulder as he talks to a patient:]
J.D.: Mr. Hawkins, the results of your tests are back, and you have...
Parrot: Liver disease! Liver disease!
J.D.: Sorry, that's all he can say. Anyway, you don't have liver disease you have inoperable lung cancer.
Parrot: Liver disease!
J.D.: If only, Chauncy.
[reality:]
J.D.: Bottom line, that tape recorder won't fly away and break your heart.