J.D.: You know what I was thinking the whole time I was having lunch with Jill?
Dr. Cox: What's that?
J.D.: God, this girl's annoying.
Dr. Cox: I saw her in that supermarket, too, but I'm not torturing myself. Would you like to know why?
J.D.: Why?
Dr. Cox: Because she didn't come to the hospital looking for help. We just randomly bumped into her out here in the world. I mean, don't get me wrong. If a guy gets shot or if he has a heart attack and I am physically the closest doctor to him, I will intervene. Shy of that, you can't. I mean, you just can't. It's too much to ask yourself.
J.D.: OK. I hear you.
Dr. Cox: No. You don't. Once you start blaming yourself for deaths that aren't your fault, my friend, that's a slippery slope you can't come back from. I've seen it ruin a lot of good doctors, and I will not let it happen to you.
J.D.: [v.o.] And because he said that, I knew it wouldn't.

J.D.: [v.o.] Most stress with so many people clinging to life. Dr. Cox vibed on it.
Dr. Cox: As I lie in bed each morning and ask myself why I should put both my feet on the floor, there are precious few reasons that I've ever been able to come up with. The chance to escape Jordan's morning breath, sure. Scotch. It's too early to drink it, yes, but, people, it is never too early to think about. And, of course, the ever-present possibility that I might finally happen upon Hugh Jackman and be able to give him the present I've been holding for him. Bam! Still, the most persuasive argument I've ever been able to come up with is the fact that I get to come to this hospital every day and help keep people alive.
Turk: That's ironic because four people just died while you were talking.

Dr. Cox: [whispers] This was not a complete and total solo effort. It was an extraordinary job done by each and every one of you.
Dr. Kelso: I can't hear a word he's saying.
Dr. Cox: Be older, Bob.
Dr. Kelso: Just because I can't hear your silly-ass whispering doesn't mean I'm old. As a matter of fact, I'm going to go over to my office and tinker with my new computer.
Turk: Ooh, what kind is it?
Dr. Kelso: It's about 3:30. [laughs] I heard what he said, people, but damn, that joke's a classic.

Man: Excuse me? Could you spare a few minutes for AIDS Research?
Dr. Cox: Yes, I can, but I'm not sure just how much we'll get done. I'll tell you what. We'll go over here and brainstorm while we wolf down these sandwiches. Newbie, come.
J.D.: [v.o.] Vintage Cox.

J.D.: [v.o.] It was time for my new daily ritual: Asking Dr. Cox to lunch.
J.D.: Hey, Dr. Cox, what are you doing for lunch?
Dr. Cox: Not having it with you, Paula.
J.D.: Oh. Good luck eating. This is every spoon from the cafeteria. And guess what? Today just happens to be soup and frozen yogurt day.
Elliot: Ooh, I'm gonna have tomato and strawberry.
Dr. Cox: Lunch for us? Not going to happen. Normally, I'd say something harsh right now like, "We're not friends," but you'll just grin that stupid grin and shake your head back and forth, like, "How could that possibly be true?"
J.D.: Because it's ludicrous.
Dr. Cox: Ah, just give me a spoon, will you please? Oh, for goodness sake.
J.D.: You've called my bluff. And today isn't soup and yogurt day. It's actually salad and smoothie day.
Elliot: I'm still having tomato and strawberry.

Carla: I'm having a weird pregnancy craving. Hey, J.D., if you go out, would you get me a hot Italian sausage?
Todd: I got a hot Italian sausage for you right here. People think I just luck into these situations, but it's really a lot of hard work. You know what else is hard? I should go.
J.D.: I think I may vomit.

J.D.: [v.o.] Some doctors like to change into their streets when they go out for lunch. Not me. I like how the world reacts to me as a doctor. Whether it's a friendly greeting from the world's slowest bagger.
Old Man: Hey there, Dr. Dorian.
J.D.: Lookin' good, pal. Eggs on top. All right? Eggs on top.
J.D.: [v.o.] Or a smile from the manager of the herbal section.
J.D.: Hey, Rebecca. You got that Echinacea for me? Just kidding. You know, I think all this stuff is voodoo. Good to see you. Hey! Looks like somebody else is sick of that cafeteria stuff, huh?
Dr. Cox: Oh, no. What the hell? Did you follow me here?
J.D.: A friend dropped me off.
[flashback to J.D. hanging on to the top of Dr. Cox's car:]
J.D.: Eagle!

Jill Tracy: Oh, my God, what are you doing here? I was supposed to meet a guy for a date. I know what you're thinking. A Tuesday lunch date at the supermarket, he is so not into her. Well, guess what? He's not. [all laugh] I've been waiting for, like, an hour just thinking how many more guys from my yoga class can totally reject me without me saying, "Enough!" You know? Yogurt pretzels? Yum. These are addictive. I'm going to have one anyway. So, you guys wanna grab some lunch?
J.D.: Oh, we have to get back to the hospital.
Jill Tracy: Bummer. Trail mix? [growling sound] I won't. I'll have some. I'll have some.

J.D.: [v.o.] Today was a busy day at Sacred Heart. We had three separate patients waiting for transplants. And we were doing everything we could to keep them alive while we could locate donors. There was Mrs. Sykes, who needed a new liver. There was Mr. Dennison, who needed a new heart valve. And then there was Dr. Cox's guy, Dave Bradford.
Dr. Cox: So now, Davey Boy, I promise you, we're gonna find you a kidney. I would literally swear on my father's grave, but whenever I go there I usually just end up dancing on it.
Mr. Bradford: And so begins another round of "Who Had the Worse Dad?" One of pop's nicknames for me was Sparky because he liked to light matches off my neck.
Dr. Cox: We've been over this before. You win on account of your father's not dead yet.

Jill Tracy: How weird is it that we're both here two days in a row? I was thinking that there was, like, a 15% chance that the guy who blew me off yesterday just got his days wrong and would be waiting here with roses. Is that sad?
J.D.: It's not, not sad.
Jill Tracy: Plus, I had the whole day free. My shrink couldn't make our appointment. He found his third wife in bed with his second wife and downed an entire bottle of his bulimic daughter's Prozac. So now he's back in the hospital.
J.D.: That's an awesome story, Jill.
Jill Tracy: It's true.