J.D.: Why you playing basketball anyway? I thought you had to have lunch with Carla.
Turk: Nah, she's taking a pregnancy nap so I get to do whatever I want. I'm telling you, J.D., Carla being pregnant is awesome for me.
Turk: [v.o.] I get to watch whatever I want while she reads her pregnancy book. I get to eat all the good food. And, of course, ring of fire. Bottom line, pregnancy's awesome!

Elliot: Dr. Cox, do you have a second?
Dr. Cox: Of course.
Elliot: I was wondering-
Dr. Cox: You're done.
Elliot: What?
Dr. Cox: You asked for a second and I gave you second. I think you'll find I'm being quite literal here at work today. You can ask anyone. Lonnie, what happened earlier when you said, "Give me a break"?
Lonnie: You broke my sunglasses in half.
Dr. Cox: Had to be done. The man looked preposterous in aviators.

Elliot: Dr. Cox, you still haven't made a decision about how to treat your patient Mrs. Goldstein.
Dr. Cox: Oh, thanks for the reminder, Barboo. What would I do without you?
Elliot: Look, joke if you want to, but eventually you're gonna have to make a decision. Mrs. Goldstein's life depends on it.
Dr. Cox: But what if I'm wrong?

J.D.: All right. She'll have a ginger ale, he'll have a beer, and I'll have an appletini. You know what, hell, I'm gonna have a real drink. Make it a nectarini.
Bartender: I don't know what that is.
J.D.: Oh, come on, Kevin. You know. Make it. Hey, guys, make sure I don't have too many of those nectarinis because I've gotta drive my bicycle home.

Turk: Dude, don't even worry about it. Carla can't drink. She'll drive you home. Right, baby?
Carla: Sure.
J.D.: Sweet.
Turk: Better idea, why don't you just come over to our place, she's going straight to bed. We can stay up late and watch Judge Dredd.
Both: [high-five] Ninety-ninth viewing!

Bartender: OK, ice cold beer, nectarini and ginger ale.
Turk: There's nothing better in this world than the first sip of an ice cold beer after a long day.
J.D.: Ditto for a 'tini.
Turk: It really takes the edge off.

Carla: That's it. No beer for you. It's not fair. I'm here pregnant, you two are having the time of your lives. From now on, anything I can't do you can't do.
J.D.: Carla, that's ridiculous!
Carla: Not you!
J.D.: Oh. Fair is fair, Turk. Incidentally, dynamite nectarini. That man knows his way around nectar.

Dr. Cox: You know, I used to just look into my gut and know what to do. Now I got all this self-doubt. Barbie, you got massive amounts of doubt, romantically, professionally, personally. How do you deal with it?
Elliot: Treadmill, crank the incline up to 15 and just run through the tears. Look, Dr. Cox, I know that you're scared, but, believe me, your gut is still there. You just have to have the courage to listen to it again.
Dr. Cox: You really think so?
Elliot: I know so.
Dr. Cox: Push thrombolytics. And thank you, Barbie.
Elliot: I'm just glad you let me help.

J.D.: [v.o.] There's no better feeling than helping someone out.
Elliot: Laverne, Dr. Cox made a decision about Mrs. Goldstein. He wants to push thrombolytics.
Nurse Roberts: Yeah, I know. He told me that three hours ago.
Elliot: What?
J.D.: [v.o.] Maybe that's why it hurts that much more when you end up looking like a fool.

Turk: This is why the headache didn't go away. It's actually pronounced analgesic, not anal-gesic, all right? The pills go in your mouth.
J.D.: Elliot, do you ever get déjà vu around here?
Dr. Cox: Ah, Barbie, there you are. Thank God.
Elliot: Unfortunately, yes.