Rex: Mrs. Levin won't take her medication.
J.D.: Mrs. Levin has dementia, Rex. And I know she loves sweets, so take the pill, put it in some raspberry jam, put it on your finger, dip it in her mouth. Hello!
J.D.: [v.o.] Rex would remember that morning as the time he lost his finger tip. With patients, it's the luck of the draw. You can't choose how tolerant they are.
Woman: Young man, can you make sure they don't give me any black blood?
Turk: I'll try.
J.D.: [v.o.] You can't choose how classy they are.
Carla: Oh, your hernia stitches look great, Mr. Borland.
Mr. Borland: Could you give them a kiss?
Carla: Maybe later.
J.D.: [v.o.] Bottom line, you can't choose your patients.