Turk: I just think you should go for yours. Go for yours!
Drew: You don't know me. I spent the last year In the Alaskan wilderness, living in a yurt. The only human contact I had was an Eskimo boy who sold me salmon jerky and painkillers. And do you know why? Because when I flunked out of med school before, I consequently torched every relationship that meant anything to me. I'm not taking that chance again.
Turk: What's a yurt?

Cole: I will take a key, thank you very much.
Drew: I would never willingly give you anything that was not some sort of fatal virus.

Drew: Why was Michael in my room?
Denise: His name isn't Michael.
Drew: Well, he has a weird Serbian name that I can't say, so I'm calling him Michael. He loves it.
Michael: I don't. My name is Ilyavich.
Drew: Mike, just go.

Drew: Young Michael informed me that you told everyone to come to me with their personal problems.
Denise: Yeah, I did. I checked on you. You've already been to med school once already when you were 21. And you didn't just flame out, you, like, you went nuclear. Seriously, how was prison?
Drew: It was cold. You couldn't just let me be. Well, I'm gonna take the high road and not mention your mannish voice and all the pictures you have in here of your friends. Tell me, which one's your B.F.F.?
Denise: You are a giant douche.
Drew: I know. Want to take a shower together?
Denise: Fine.
Drew: I know you think you're so hot, but I'm not a fan.
Denise: Hey, I'm not happy about this either, okay?

Drew: Hey, can I talk to you for a sec?
Dr. Cox: What do you want?
Drew: Well, um, I get the whole trial-by-fire thing. And you're wonderful at it, really.
Dr. Cox: Don't ever touch me.
Drew: Sorry. Um, but you seem to go out of your way to pick on the weakest kids. Maybe you could, I don't know, not do that.
Dr. Cox: Thank you for the feedback. It's invaluable.
Drew: You don't mean that, do you?
Dr. Cox: I don't. And since you don't see yourself as one of the weak ones, maybe a good solution would be for me to unload my years of rage and frustration and pain onto your head and your head alone.
Drew: Are- Aare we locked down to that, or can we keep spit balling here?
Dr. Cox: Very locked in.
Drew: Looking forward to it. Whore! [to passing nurse] Not you. Just something I say whenever I'm pissed. Or when I'm with a whore.

J.D.: [v.o.] Others found ways to blow off steam.
[As Drew and Denise kiss, Drew attaches the "Number 1" sign to his bare chest]
Denise: What? What are you doing? No. Stop. Take it off.
Drew: I can't. H- He'll know. He's everywhere.
Denise: Drew, I don't care. I'm losing wood.

Turk: You know, I don't mean to sound too forward, but there is someone at the hospital who is really digging you.
Drew: Are you hitting on me? 'cause I already went through my bald black dude phase. Seriously, I did.
Drew: Why are you talking about me and Denise?
Turk: Because the other night when we shared the nachos? Dude, we're nach-bros. Come on.
Drew: And that's a special bond. One which I cherish.

Drew: Let's get out of here, huh?
Denise: Yeah. I could use a drink.
Drew: I don't really drink anymore.
Denise: That's cool. You can drive.
Drew: I don't really drive either.
Denise: You're weird. I like that.

Denise: Hey, watch a kid for me?
Drew: No, I'm afraid of kids.
Denise: He's 12.
Drew: I got shot by a 12-year-old at a petting zoo. Besides, I gotta change this shirt. The neck's choking me.
J.D.: We get it, Drew. You got a very muscular neck.

Drew: I've been in a pretty deep hole the past couple years. A lot of self-destructive stuff. Honestly, the only thing I've burnt more than shrimp boats is bridges. I need to change that.