J.D.: [v.o.] So Molly's back in town. She definitely wants me.
Dr. Molly Clock: [on the phone] Bye. How you doing, J.J.?
J.D.: It's J.D.
Dr. Molly Clock: Oh, right. I was just thinking of that Jimmie Walker sitcom.
J.D.: Good Times?
Dr. Molly Clock: Not great. My sister had a miscarriage.

Dr. Kelso: Dr. Clock, you don't have to miss your wedding. I was lying about shift-switching. I like doing it, I like saying it. Shift-switching. And I only lied because we were trying to destroy your morale.
Dr. Molly Clock: Why would you do that?
Dr. Cox: Well, in our defense, you're overly cheery and we were bored.
Dr. Molly Clock: But you thought it would be nice to come clean and make me feel better?
Dr. Kelso: Pretty much.
Dr. Cox: Pretty much, yeah.
Dr. Molly Clock: See, I told you there's good in everyone. If you'll excuse me, boys, I've got a plane to catch.
Dr. Cox: Don't even pretend like you knew what we were doing all along.
[A black car pulls up behind Dr. Cox and Dr. Kelso and honks its horn. When they turn back around, Molly is now wearing a sombrero]
Dr. Molly Clock: Adios, boys.
Dr. Cox: Was she always wearing that big hat?

Dr. Molly Clock: See, I think as a psychiatrist that I should be there when Miss Myers' bandages get removed, because her accident was traumatic enough. But with reconstructive facial surgery on top of that? In my professional opinion: Yikes!
Dr. Cox: Honey, if you are coming in, I just might go ahead and phone up my pool-man and my architect so we can populate the room with just as many useless people as possible.
Dr. Molly Clock: Great. My mom's in town, should I call her?

J.D.: [v.o.] Not only was Dr. Clock easy on the eyes, but apparently she was an excellent shrink.
Dr. Molly Clock: Mr. Witcomb is in the middle of a psychotic break from self-discontinuation of his meds, so we need to get him on Haloperidol IV stat.
J.D.: [v.o.] But I also heard she was a little spacy.
Dr. Molly Clock: So where were we?
J.D.: Um, we weren't talking.
Dr. Molly Clock: Was it 'cause of something you did, 'cause I am totally over it. I don't even remember what it was.
J.D.: No, I mean like we've never talked ever.
Dr. Molly Clock: Well how do I know your name, then?
J.D.: You don't.
Dr. Molly Clock: You're freakin' me out, Jimmy.
J.D.: It's Johnny.
J.D.: [v.o.] Why would you say "Johnny"? You hate "Johnny"!
Dr. Molly Clock: Now I'm gonna commit it to my memory forever. Johnny, Johnny, Johnny.
J.D.: [v.o.] Dammit! Dammit! Dammit!
Dr. Molly Clock: Okay, Johnny.
J.D.: [v.o.] Dammit!

J.D.: Mr. Radford, if you keep turning down physical therapy, you're never gonna be strong enough to get out of this bed.
Mr. Radford: I'm tired. I know you are, but I would love it if you'd at least try.
Mr. Blass: [sings] "And I would do anything for love, but I won't do that. No, I won't do that."
J.D.: Haunting.
Dr. Molly Clock: Drink your juice, Mr. Blass. Mr. Blass has Pick's disease, which is similar to presentation to multi-infarct dementia. Anyhoo, he likes to sing when he gets up in the morning, and the weird thing is, Johnny, he actually captures the mood of the room.

Elliot: I'm sorry. Look, um... You wouldn't understand.
Dr. Molly Clock: No, I get it. I mean, you're feeling lonely, you're feeling rejected. I mean, most people around here won't talk to me, and even Johnny won't take my help.
Elliot: Who's Johnny?
Dr. Molly Clock: You know, he's a resident, he's got like gelled-up hair, and he and his friends are in a motorcycle gang?
Elliot: I knew it!
Dr. Molly Clock: You know what, Elliot, you act like everyone's boxing you out, but you wouldn't even get a cup of coffee with me. Peace out, baby.
Elliot: Why is everybody saying that?

Dr. Kelso: Dr. Clock, do you have a minute?
Dr. Molly Clock: Sure. I was just talking to Dr. Bromberg about switching shifts so that I can go to Mexico for my mom's wedding. I am so psyched. She is getting married to this guy that has been like a father to me since I was this big. Actually, maybe I was this big... How tall was I in fourth grade?

J.D.: [v.o.] Today feels like one of those great days in the hospital. People really seem to be getting to know each other.
Dr. Molly Clock: Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob.
Dr. Kelso: Fantastic. Get off my face.

Carla: Where's your food?
Dr. Molly Clock: Oh, shoot.
Carla: Look, Elliot, we'll do something later this week, just the two of us.
Elliot: Okay.
Dr. Molly Clock: Oh, that is not my food. But I'm not getting up again.
Elliot: Oh, I wouldn't.
Dr. Molly Clock: Chicken salad! Oh, yeeah. Looks good.

Dr. Molly Clock: Anyway, Johnny, I was noticing that you were having some trouble motivating your patient back in there, and I actually published a paper on motivation methodology in post-operative seniors, so, if you want, I could help.
J.D.: What floor?
Dr. Molly Clock: Oh, my god, we're on an elevator.