Denise: Wow, it's kind of emotional in here. You guys keep this up eventually, you'll all get your periods on the same day, which is kinda cool.
J.D.: Denise, a quick word. Yeah, I'm gonna go ahead and ban you from Mr. Valentine's room.
Denise: Whatever. All the patients are stable, so I'm just gonna go catch some Z's in the on-call room.
J.D.: Who's the chubster?
Denise: I don't know. [to the man] Meet me in the on-call room, pants down, lights off.
Man: I just want to say, I am so psyched that you called me back-
Denise: No, no, no talking. And if you touch me too much, God help me, I will headbutt you again.
Man: I love you.

J.D.: And finally, George only had one fear left to tackle.
George: At the end, is it gonna hurt?
Turk: No, we'll manage any pain you have.
George: But how is it gonna happen exactly? Maybe if I knew what was coming, I'd be able to handle it better.
J.D.: Well, uh, eventually, it will become harder for you to breathe. But you won't be gasping for air, you'll just feel more drowsy. And as the rest of your organs, begin to fail, you'll just,sort of... go.
George: I'll just go? I like that.
J.D.: [v.o.] And there it was, the fear was gone and all the remain was acceptance.
[George begins tear up]
George: No. No, I know what you guys are trying to do, I just can't get over the fact that one minute I'm here and the next, I'm not?
J.D.: [v.o.] And that's when Turk and I told George how we really felt.
J.D.: George, I'm terrified of dying.
Turk: Me too.
George: Then why'd you lie?
J.D.: We fight death for a living every single day. We can't let it know we're afraid of it or it will kick our ass.
George: There we are. Everybody's scared.

George: Well, then what in the hell do I have to hope for?
J.D.: Well, if it were me, I would just hope that my last thought was a good one.
George: What, that's it?
J.D.: That's it.
George: You thought that was deep? That was- That wasn't deep.
Turk: Sorry.
George: I'm over here dying. That's all- That's all you can come up with? [laughs]

George: Hey, guys. I'm getting a little tired.
Turk: Okay, well, take a quick nap.
George: You guys will be here when I wake up?
J.D.: Of course.
George: Hey, man. That beer tasted great.
J.D.: [v.o.] George never did wake up. And even all that talking didn't make death any easier. At least, not for us. Maybe in the end, all you can really hope for is that your last thought is a nice one. Even if it's just about the taste of an ice, cold beer.
[Turk and J.D. have a beer on the roof:]
Turk: George was right. This beer is good.
J.D.: I wouldn't know. I don't really like beer.
J.D.: Goodbye, George. [fires flare]

J.D.: [v.o.] See, she was an odd combination of super-friendly...
Dr. Maddox: Hey, rockstar!
J.D.: [v.o.] ...and soul-less.
Dr. Maddox: This guy's insurance only covers three days of I.C.U. care, so you gotta get him out of here today, okay? You know what? I'll take care of it.
[fantasy: Dr. Maddox smothers the patient with a pillow:]
Dr. Maddox: Oh, do you know what I did for the first time last week? Wind surfing. By the way, it is really... aargh!
J.D.: I wouldn't know about that.
[The patient stops struggling]
Dr. Maddox: Trust me, it is. [the paint groans] Oh, this guy! Die! Got you! God! Won't you die?!
[reality:]
Dr. Maddox: Treat him and street him.

J.D.: [v.o.] And she wasn't the only woman who was driving me crazy.
J.D.: Listen, Jo, medically speaking, your performance is outstanding. But you're not great with your patients. Watch Ed. See, he develops a rapport. Now I know Ed's not perfect-
Ed: Matrix! All three movies, one house. You in?
Denise: Sure.
Ed: [to J.D.] Sorry, no room.

J.D.: [v.o.] I don't have time for Jo, because once a year, Turk and I go to a great steakhouse and have the most bro-mantic night ever.
Turk: Dude!
J.D.: [v.o.] And that magical evening was finally here.
Both: Steak Night!
Turk: Give me some of that.
Ed: How come I don't know about that super-tight new greeting? Steak Night!
J.D.: It's not a greeting, Ed.
Ed: It is now. Sean!
Ed & Sean: Steak Night!
J.D.: How does he start things so quickly?
Turk: He is very talented.
Ed: May your mushrooms always be sauted and your onions always be grilled. Gravy, fellas!
Turk: Gravy, Ed.
J.D.: Cream spinach, yo!
Turk: No.

George: Guys, don't you have a dinner to go to?
Turk: George, don't worry, there's no rush.
George: No, no, don't you stick around on my account. Come on now, I've got family coming pretty soon. I'm fine.
J.D.: [v.o.] And then I said the only thing I could think of to a man who might not be here tomorrow.
J.D.: It was nice to meet you, George.
Turk: Yes, it was.
George: You too.

J.D.: Hey, are you working on George's will? Can you make two copies? We need one for his family. They're headed down here.
Ted: Family? He- He's leaving all his stuff to charity, he doesn't have any family. Not G! Aw.
J.D.: Why would George lie?
Turk: I have no idea.
J.D.: So, he's all alone.
Turk: What do you wanna do?
J.D.: We're going to Steak Night, and dammit, we're gonna eat it right.
Turk: I'd prefer it you put your hand right there, buddy.
J.D.: Yeah, but he likes to be here.

J.D.: So, George, why did you lie about your family coming to visit you?
George: Uh, I'm a grown man and I don't need anybody to hold my hand. Besides, you guys have better things to do. Hell, you don't even know me.
J.D.: [v.o.] But right then, we did know George. He was a proud guy who didn't want us to see how scared he really was. We knew what we had to do. We were gonna get him past his fear of dying.
J.D.: Step one: Get to know him.
Turk: So, no family, huh?
George: My wife died. Years ago.
J.D.: Any kids?
George: Nope.
J.D.: [v.o.] It was like pulling teeth!