J.D.: Carla, why won't Turk let this go?
Carla: [on the phone] Marie, she's only with you for one week.
J.D.: Carla!
Carla: Hold on a second. Bambi, I've got ten messages from my mother, my Aunt Marie won't stop calling me about my mother, I still gotta run home and put out canned cat food because apparently the dry stuff doesn't cut it anymore, plus Turk and I can't be together because I'm working doubles and he's moonlighting so we can send my mother to a decent retirement community. So what, Bambi, what?
J.D.: We'll talk later.

Turk: What the hell are you doing in here?
J.D.: She said "we."
Turk: What?
J.D.: Carla, she said "we." "We" need to scrape some money together. And it wasn't just like a "we're dating" we.
It was a "we're gonna spend the rest of our lives together" we. I don't know, man. That just seems big to me.
Turk: Yeah, I know.

Carla: So you finally stood up to your father?
Elliot: Yep.
Carla: And he cut you off, no money, no nothing?
Elliot: Pretty much.
Carla: Jerk. Wow, this is a big place.
Elliot: Do you know where I could find some boxes?

Turk: You know, I keep waiting to get sick of pudding, but with every cup I love it more.
J.D.: Me, too. So, you gonna marry her?
Turk: Yeah, I think so. I'm sorry I ripped you off.
J.D.: Ah, forget it. You can keep the hundred bucks.
Turk: I was gonna, man. I was gonna.

J.D.: [v.o.] I usually don't like thinking about the future. I mean, let's face it, you can't predict what's gonna happen. But sometimes the thing you didn't expect is what you really wanted after all. Maybe the best thing to do is stop trying to figure out where you're going and just enjoy where you're at.