J.D.: What are those pads for?
Turk: Those pads there, my friend, are for you to fall on. In honor of your departure, I'm about to give you your final, full-turbo, spinning eagle.
J.D.: Oh, oh. Prepping for takeoff!
Turk: Excellent, now did you get my text about not eating after midnight, last night?
J.D.: All I've had is mouthwash.
Turk: Let's do this, come on!
J.D.: Mounting.
J.D.: Three! Two! One! Eagle! Eagle!
Woman: Are these two doctors?
Elliot: I'm afraid so.
J.D.: Never stop spinning me! Eagle! Whoo!
Turk: Find the pads!
J.D.: I can't find it.
Turk: Dude, follow my voice!
J.D.: Coming. [crashes]
Elliot: There is another hospital down about 3 miles that way. You okay, babe?
J.D.: Eagle.
Elliot: Yeah.

J.D.: Fantastic eagle, buddy!
Turk: Yeah, I really felt like we nailed it.
J.D.: Still, I'm gonna see you all day, I'm worried you did your goodbye too early.
Turk: Oh my God, I did, I'm such an idiot.
J.D.: It's all right, I can fix this, We just have to match that initial goodbye intensity every time we see each other.
Can you do that for me?
Turk: Yeah, I'll just answer you like this, "Come here, you!"
J.D.: You smell like a weightlifter.
Turk: That's cause I worked out this morning.

[as Turk & J.D. hug]
Elliot: Wow.
Carla: It's alright. I finally dealt with the fact that you'll never hold me like that.
Elliot: Maybe we should try it and see what we're missing.
Carla: Yeah? [they hug] Oh God, I love the feel of you.
Elliot: You smell like a tugboat captain!
Turk: Dude, it's finally happening!
Elliot: Now I know what we are missing, guys. Yeah, you guys are on to something.
Turk: I usually cup the butt for support.
Elliot: Oh, it's nice.
Carla: Oh yeah, there it is.
J.D.: Our groins are usually closer.
Turk: Yes, it's like they're clapping.
J.D.: They almost slap each other.
Carla: Yeah, we're not gonna do that.
Elliot: Yeah, not gonna do it.

Mrs. Stonewater: Up close, you are not a handsome man.
J.D.: Thank you, Mrs. Stonewater.
Mrs. Stonewater: When you gone, he's gonna hit me.
Dan: Mom, he is not going to do that. Dr. Dorian?
J.D.: I would never hit a patient, Mrs. Stonewater. I am not a hitter.
Dan: See, he hates hitting.
J.D.: Well, I wouldn't say that I hate hitting.
Dan: That's a little strange.
J.D.: Does wrestling count as hitting? Because my friend, Turk and I, sometimes wrestle and I really like that.
Mrs. Stonewater: When you're gone, he's gonna wrestle me.
Dan: No, only if you tickle me first. That's what Turk does.
Mrs. Stonewater: Now he wants to tickle me!
Dan: Are you an idiot?

Dan: That is not my mom, okay. This paranoia and the delirium. And these last few weeks, it's like she's just checking out and...
J.D.: I know it's frustrating, but I promise you, we're gonna find the answer.
Mrs. Stonewater: [o.s.] He's gonna hit me when you leave.
J.D.: I'm almost positive I won't.
Dan: Don't think you need the "almost" part.
J.D.: I am very positive I won't. It will never happen. Sorry.
Dan: You a new doctor?
J.D.: Actually, it's my last day.
Dan: Yeah, makes sense.
J.D.: That was hurtful.

Sunny: Dr. Dorian, if the patient says his painkillers aren't working, how do we know if he's just trying to scam drugs or if he really needs more pain meds?
J.D.: What I recommend is taking a safety pin and then just giving him a quick little stab, okay? Kidding. Guys We don't ever stab.

Turk: I'm gonna miss you so much.
J.D.: C'mon, squeeze me like you mean it. You smell like it's hot out.
Turk: It's hot in my heart.
J.D.: Get out of here.
J.D.: Okay, I can understand that might have seemed a little girly, even for me.
Denise: Mm, not really.
J.D.: You know, Jo, I'm not really taking comments right now.

J.D.: Announcement number one: Starting tomorrow, Dr. Cox will be leading intern rounds. Sadly, it is my last day. You are now free to comment. Who would like to start us off? Nobody? Jo, it's funny, you were- You were eager to make a comment only moments ago.
Denise: No, I got nothing.
J.D.: I order you to comment.
Denise: Um... I'll miss you?
J.D.: Oh, Jo.
Sunny: I'll miss you too.
J.D.: It's over, Sunny, it's too late.

J.D.: There he is, speak of the devil. I was just prepping these guys for you to take over. Maybe you'd like to say a few words about how you and I got started. Our relationship began as a student and teacher thing, and then evolved into something a whole lot more. The floor, Perry, is yours.
Dr. Cox: I'm okay.
J.D.: He's okay. You're okay? He's okay.

Dan: She has Huntington's Disease?
J.D.: It's a degenerative brain disease. It causes you to lose control of your movement and mental ability. It can also change your personality, like with your mom.
Dan: So, uh, what do we do?
J.D.: Unfortunately, there is no cure. Eventually, it will take her.
Dan: Oh, geez.
J.D.: [v.o.] Sometimes you just have to barrel through, no matter how much it sucks.
J.D.: And Mr. Stonewater, Huntington's is caused by a faulty gene. And since your mother has it, you have a 50/50 chance of having it too. We can test you for it, if you want.
Dan: If we find out that I have it early on, are there any treatment options?
J.D.: Nothing substantial yet. I can only tell you if you have it. I can't even tell when the disease would hit you, if you do have it. Could be in your 70s, like your mom, or...
Dan: Could be sooner.
J.D.: Could be sooner. I am so sorry.