J.D.: Hey, Dr. Cox.
Dr. Cox: Oh, hey, buddy. I was just thinking about you. Yeah, I was thinking how it might be real nice to have somebody around here who could help me out. You know, somebody I could call, gosh, my resident, and we'd do stuff together. You know, medical stuff. And it would just be peaches. But then it occurred to me a guy who looked a hell of lot like you used to be that guy. Monica, just because you have a new buddy doesn't mean you can all of a sudden drop all of your regular duties and I know I just said "drop your duties." And so help me God, if you even smile I will crush you into two little Newbie cubes and hang you from my rearview mirror. What you gotta say for yourself? Just do it.
J.D.: I'm sorry, did you say something?
[fantasy: Dr. Pete Fisher appears in the corner of the screen:]
Pete: Welcome to today's lecture: the Biomechanical Reaction Of Dr. Perry Cox When He's Not Being Listened To. Stage one: The Jaw Clench. Grrr. Quickly followed by stage two: Syllable Elongation.
Dr. Cox: Newbie, I re-hee-hee-ly don't have time to repeat myself.
Pete: Finally, stage three, Dr. Cox begrudgingly offers a little respect, but then distances himself by overusing the word "there."
Dr. Cox: But I gotta give it to you there for yanking my chain there. There.
Pete: The young soldier is offered a prize for his courage. [walks into the scene] Get ready.
[reality:]
Dr. Cox: I'll tell you what there, Newbie. If you wanna stick around and help me out with Mrs. Riley's pericardiocentisis after work, that'd be great.

J.D.: I want you to tell her the truth, damn it. Tell her that you're a surly, devious, horrible excuse for a human being. Who's that?
Janitor: It's my son.
Elliot: Oh, my God, J.D.
J.D.: I'm sorry, I didn't even see him there.
Janitor: No, no, no. I'm glad he heard it. I think it's important he sees how the world treats people like us.
J.D.: I'm so sorry. [exits]
Janitor: [to the boy] Who the hell are you? Go on. Beat it. Scram! All right, stick around.

Dr. Kelso: I know it was you.
Turk: You mean this right here? This is mine from home.
Dr. Kelso: 40 million, son. Do you have any idea how many patients I had to ignore to get that high score? People died.

J.D.: [v.o.] Okay, you've been avoiding Dr. Cox ever since Jordan told you her baby was actually his, but this chance meeting is a sign. It's time to let go of the secret. You just need to find a smooth way in.
J.D.: Hey, Dr. Cox. Taking a whizz?
Dr. Cox: We've been over this before, Newbie. Eyes front, no talking.
J.D.: [v.o.] OK, fine, I'll just read the wall.
J.D.: "J.D. has a tiny pickle."
Dr. Cox: Kudos for honesty there, Newbie, but again no talking.

J.D.: You know what? Some stereotypes are true, Turk, OK. And just maybe, black people are a little better at basketball. What do you say?
[fantasy: Nurse Roberts shows off mad basketball skills]
Turk: Maybe a little.
Nurse Roberts: Y'all got hockey.

J.D.: Why do you think they got divorced?
Elliot: Ugh, I have no idea. I just can't believe you had to pee in front of Jordan. I could not do that. I mean, Paul's my boyfriend and I make him turn the volume on the TV way up when I go. Plus, he's not allowed in the apartment an hour before or after I do twosies.
J.D.: Elliot, you're a doctor. Stop calling it twosies.
Elliot: Oh, with patients I say dookie.

Dr. Cox: This is Mrs. Grayson's chart. Her private-practice doctor just showed up so I am off this one.
J.D.: Well, is there anything I need to do for her lung nodule?
Dr. Cox: I don't know, what do you say start her on 20 CCs of "it's not my problem anymore?"

Dr. Cox: Hey, ladies.
J.D.: Oh, you two must already know each other.
Pete: Dr. Cox.
Dr. Cox: Petey.
J.D.: [v.o.] Sometimes when you're in an awkward situation, it's best to go to your happy place.
[fantasy: Jay Leno hosting The Tonight Show:]
Jay Leno: Well, it's not uncommon. A lot of people keep plants in their apartment. Right, J.D.?
J.D.: [as band leader] Oh, Jay, you're so crazy. [guitar screeching]

Pete: I think he's mad because I went into private practice and he's stuck in this hellhole. You wouldn't believe this, but that guy was my mentor, man. I lived and breathed for that guy's approval.
J.D.: That's lame.
Pete: I know, but once you learn his tricks, it's easier, you see.
J.D.: Tell me about it.
Pete: Yeah.
J.D.: No, I'm serious. Tell me about it.
Pete: Oh. Oh. Well, you know when he gets on his rants, he gets all hyped up, his veins stick out of his neck and he starts yelling at you? When he's done, just look at him, stare him in the eye and say, "I'm sorry, what were you saying?" I don't know why, but it works. Trust me.
J.D.: No, I do. Now, how do you get him to stop calling you girls' names?
Pete: Girls' names?
J.D.: Oh, never mind.

J.D.: I knew this was his way of reaching out, but still I have plans tonight.
Dr. Cox: Oh, what plans?
J.D.: [v.o.] Okay, think of something believable. Grandma died. No, no, no, no, no. Don't do that. Because if she does die, you'll feel awful and, let's face it, she's no spring chicken. I should call her. But when we talk, I have nothing to say. How about asking me how I am for once?
Dr. Cox: [whistles] Newbie.
J.D.: My grandma died.