Dr. Cox: I guess I became a doctor because ever since I was a little boy, I just wanted to help people. I don't tell this story very often, but I remember when I was seven years old, one time, I found a bird that had fallen out of its nest. So, I picked him up and I brought him home, and I made him a house out of an empty shoebox, and... [laughs] Oh, my God! [sighs] I became a doctor for the same four reasons everybody does: Chicks, money, power and chicks. But since HMOs have made it virtually impossible to make any real money, which directly affects the number of chicks who come sniffing around, and don't ask me what tree they're barking up, 'cause they're sure as hell not pissing on mine. And as far as power goes, well... Here I am during my free time letting some 13-year-old psychology fellow who couldn't cut it in real medicine ask me questions about my personal life. So here's the inside scoop there, pumpkin. Why don't you go ahead and tell me all about power?

Carla: When I was little, my mom used to have what she called "episodes". Episodes is a flattering term for this thing where she'd sweat a lot and, well, let's just say her stomach talked. Anyway, this one time, we were at the supermarket and she actually passed out. And out of nowhere, this fancy-looking guy comes forward and tells everyone to step aside and give my mother some air. And everyone did. You have to understand, in my family, nobody ever listens to a word anyone else says. Even screaming at the top of our lungs, nothing. So when this man said, "Step aside", and everyone did, I asked my aunt, "Who is this guy?" And she said he was a doctor. And I thought, "Wow. I want to be a doctor too." But when I lost my first tooth and nobody left $180,000 under my pillow, I decided to become a nurse. We do all the real stuff anyway.

Elliot: I mean, how weird was that this morning? Have you ever been more uncomfortable in your entire life?
[flashback:]
Grandma: What movie are we watching?
J.D.: It's Basic Instinct, Grandma.
[present:]
J.D.: Yeah, once.

Dr. Kelso: When the Kelsonoviches settled in Monroeville, P.A., there were two steel mills, three bars, and not a doctor in sight. Then my old man set up a shingle and started delivering babies and stitching up three-fingered steel men by the wagonload. Everybody loved him. When they couldn't come up with the cash, he would gladly accept a handmade sweater or a bushel of turnips. [laughs] Jackass.

Dr. Kelso: Enid has always understood how much my career meant to me. She knows I'm an important man in my field, and it helps her get on all those boards of things her friends are on. You know, like, bringing art to the underprivileged kids in the community, blah, blah, blah. When I first met her, she wanted to be a psychiatrist. But we both decided that that wasn't a fitting profession for a family woman. No offence, sweetheart. I know she's grateful. She likes to joke that I choked the last breath of life out of her long ago. Now she's just a shell of a woman. [laughs] I think that's so cute. I call her Shelly. [laughs] You know, when I call her that, sometimes she laughs so hard, she cries a little.

Dr. Cox: Relationships don't work the way they do on television and in the movies. Will they? Won't they? Then they finally do and they're happy for ever. Give me a break. Nine out of ten end because they weren't right for each other to begin with, and half of the ones that get married get divorced anyway. And I'm telling you right now, through all this, I have not become a cynic. Yes, I do happen to believe that love is mainly about pushing chocolate-covered candies, and you know, in some cultures, a chicken. You can call me a sucker. I don't care. Because I do... believe in it. Bottom line is couples that are truly right for each other wade through the same crap as everybody else. But the big difference is, they don't let it take 'em down. One of those two people will stand up and fight for that relationship every time, if it's right and they're real lucky. One of 'em will say something.

Turk: When I was seven, the only things that I loved were my ColecoVision and Sandy Lowe. Now, Sandy was as fine as a 7-year-old could be. I mean, she had the body of a 9-year-old. And I pretty much joined the T-ball team because she was on it. I really didn't care that much about sports. But, during the first game, I got all caught up, you know, and fell in love with competing. And so, through high school and college, I pretty much played everything because I needed to compete. It was my drug. I think that's why I became a surgeon, too. Because every day, you get to step up to the table and go one-on-one against what's wrong with the patient. And if you're really good at it, you win most of the time. I ran into Sandy Lowe last Christmas, and she didn't look so good. And that was kind of awkward, 'cause, well, I look like this.

Elliot: Are you following me?
Todd: No. You wanna go out some time?
Elliot: With you?
Todd: Me and a bottle of Jagermeister.
Elliot: No, Todd. No, I don't. But I don't want you to think it's because I just broke up with someone or because I'm a lesbian or because I want to preserve our friendship. It's because I find you so creepy, I think you should walk around with a bell around your neck.
Todd: All I heard was "lesbian".

Dr. Cox: Bravo. Just a big bravo. Heaven help me, I love Newbie theatre. Honest, I do. It's the way you both play your parts with such wonderful commitment that almost had me believing that you aren't having whiny, neurotic, extremely pale sex with each other.
J.D.: What are you talking about?
Dr. Cox: Please stop. The whole floor knows. We do. Watch this. Laverne, did you know?
Nurse Roberts: Was it supposed to be a secret?
Dr. Cox: And Carla?
Carla: Please. I knew before they did.
Dr. Cox: So, there it is. And if you go ahead and listen very carefully, you'll hear the familiar sound of no one caring.
Janitor: I like that guy.

Dr. Cox: And bam! The shine's off the apple. And that's when you find out that that pretty girl you married isn't a pretty girl at all. No. She's a man-eater. And I'm not talking about the "Whoa, whoa, here she comes" kind of man-eater. I'm talking about the kind that uses your dignity as a dishtowel to wipe up any shreds of manhood that might be stuck inside the sink. Of course, I may have tormented her from time to time, but honest to God I that's what I thought marriage was all about. So much so, that by the end of that relationship, I honestly don't know who I hated more: her or me. I used to sit around and wonder why our friends weren't trying to destroy each other like we were. And here it turns out the answer's pretty simple. They weren't unhappy. We were.