Denise: What are you guys still doing here?
Lucy: All done, none done, remember?
Denise: Wow. That crap worked. I faculty-advised the hell out of you guys.
Lucy: [v.o.] I think it dawned on all of us that, in a way, we were war buddies. And we wouldn't be able to get through med school if we didn't have each other's backs.
[fantasy: the four interns are in the trenches]
Cole: Leave him! Every man for themselves!
[reality:]
Lucy: [v.o.] Well, it dawned on most of us.
Lucy: Hey, thanks for making Cole come back.
Denise: I didn't make him come back. I really hate talking to that guy. It adds an extra shower to my day.

Lucy: [v.o.] I finally figured out the key to getting everything done at medical school. Do a bunch of things at once and never sleep.
Lucy: [on the phone] Hey, Dad. Don't have a lot of time for our daily update, but here goes. School's hard, dorm's gross, not really dating, but I am having my lady needs tended to by a handsome young stallion. [laughs] Wow. Just remembered who I'm talking to. Sorry, Dad. But since it's out there, hot damn, I am in the middle of a real sexual awakening right now. Hmm? Yeah, that's about enough for me today, too. Talk to you tomorrow.

Lucy: Oh, good. Dr. Turk. I scanned those slides for your lung lecture. I e-mailed them to you. Did you get a chance to check 'em?
Turk: He's gone, Lucy. He's gone.
Lucy: [v.o.] Yesterday was Dr. Dorian's last day. Dr. Turk was taking it pretty hard.
[fantasy: Turk sings as he carries J.D.'s casket in a New Orleans-style funeral with a brass band]
Lucy: He done gone to Zion.
Turk: What?

Elliot: Who are you and why are you following me around and staring at me?
Lucy: I'm Lucy. I'm a med student.
Lucy: [v.o.] Be cool, Lucy. Be cool.
Lucy: And I just have to say, you have the spirit of a noble warrior, which is not to say that you're not incredibly feminine, because clearly you are. I mean, you're, like, stupid, frickin' pregnant, but also so skinny. I mean, come on. You're like a snake that ate a tiny horse. [laughs] My point is, I'd like to get to know you better.
Elliot: Oh, so you're crazy.
Lucy: Oh, yeah.
Elliot: Oh, that's cool. I'm Dr. Elliot reid. See you later. Who's got food? Mama needs a refill! I'm dying here!

Lucy: Dr. Reid, you're so inspiring.
Elliot: Oh, stop. Go on.
Lucy: You're totally the kind of doctor I want to be when I get super old.
Elliot: Compliment took a bit of a left turn there.
Lucy: I just don't think you realize how awesome it is for me to see a woman actually doing it, you know? I just don't think you realize you're a great doctor, and you've got your life together. You're handling both. Me, I've got nine texts this minute. My boyfriend needs me, my dad wants his daily phone call, my sister Maureen is Freaking out about her bachelorette party. She has to have sex with her fiance for the first time in case the stripper got her pregnant. Long story.
Elliot: Oh, sure, sure.

Lucy: Morning, sunshine. You look rested. Wow, and making time for the paper, too. That must be nice. Later, you munch.
Elliot: Did she just call me "buttmunch"?
Drew: Well, she didn't use the word "butt," though I can't think of any other prominent type of "munch." So, yeah, I think she called you a "buttmunch." I'm Drew, by the way.

Lucy: Dr. Cox? I know why I want to be a doctor. I want to use my experience to make the kind of catches that save lives, to give people a chance to live.
Dr. Cox: Hold that thought. Time of death, 4:23 p.m. [Dr. Cox looks to the grieving family]
Lucy: Oh, I am very, uh... His middle name is Ulysses.

Lucy: Dr. Cox? I've done some soul-searching, and I have a new answer.
Dr. Cox: Let me prep for the verbal brilliance that is surely headed my way. Ha. Proceed.
Lucy: I want to become a doctor so I can help people who can't help themselves.
Dr. Cox: Lame.
Lucy: When my grandmother was ill-
Dr. Cox: Boo!
Lucy: See, Dr. Quinn was a medicine woman-

Lucy: Dr. Cox.
Dr. Cox: Oh, dear God.
Lucy: I don't have your perfect answer. At first I thought it was to make my family proud, and then I thought it was about saving lives, and for one second, I thought it was a chance to get closer to Dr. Sanjay Gupta, who is a beautiful Indian man, and I've never visited that continent romantically, if you know what I mean.
Dr. Cox: Unfortunately, I do.
Lucy: Anyway, the truth is, I can't pick just one reason. Oh, my God. That's the answer. I want to be a doctor for all those reasons and a million more that I haven't even thought of yet.
Dr. Cox: That's not bad. Come on. Let's go. We're gonna be late for the white coat ceremony.
Lucy: Ooh, plus I look super cute in white.
Dr. Cox: Now you ruined it.

Lucy: Dr. Cox has to let us out eventually. I mean, he can't keep us here forever. Can he?
[fantasy: Lucy and the gang are now 75 years old, but Cole looks as young as ever:]
Lucy: What's your secret?
Cole: Shea butter and big floppy sun hats. Oh, and I made a deal with a witch.
[reality:]
Lucy: How come witches never offer me a deal? I'm approachable.