Dr. Cox: Nothing ever changes. The artist formerly known as Prince is still just Prince. My ex-wife is still pretty much my wife. Grey's Anatomy always reps up every episode some cheesy voiceover that ties together all of the story lines, which incidentally is my least favorite device on television. Newbie continually will try to violate my no-touching policy. [looks around] Uh-huh. And Republicans will forever try to raise-
J.D.: Sneak hug!
Dr. Cox: Of course, I would go kill him right now but he actually just helped to prove my point.
Nurse Roberts: This is gonna help, too. There are ten orders of Percocet missing from the pharmacy.
Dr. Cox: Oh, I think I have a pretty good idea who I'm gonna give my complementary urine test to! [whistles at Mr. Thompson]

Dr. Kelso: Nurse Turkleton, I want you to take good care of my friend Maggie here. Don't worry, we'll take care of you.
Carla: Name and insurance, please?
Maggie: Maggie Kent, and none.
Carla: All right, let's find a room.
J.D.: [v.o.] When a patient doesn't have any insurance you have to work around the system. First you have to find someone who's recently died.
J.D.: Cool! Mr. Rabinowitz just kicked it. [to Maggie] Oh, don't worry. He put his peep in an electrical socket.
You can't do that.

Dr. Kelso: Ted, look at this budget. Oh, God, I have half a mind to make you pay for every cent of that new transformer.
Ted: I'm telling you, sir. A lifeless ghost dog glided in front of my car wearing roller-skates. [pops pill]
Dr. Kelso: If this is your way of trying to make me feel guilty about paving over that Indian burial ground, it isn't going to work. We needed the damn parking spaces.

Nurse Roberts: There were no drugs in Sam's bag, and his urinalysis came back clean.
Mr. Thompson: Don't beat yourself up, big guy, I would have suspected me too.
Elliot: Maybe we should post the transcript from your "Nothing ever changes" rant in the cancer ward for the chemo patients as a little pick me up. Oh, and FYI, I happen to like the voiceovers on Grey's Anatomy. Except when they are really vague and generic.
J.D.: [v.o.] And so in the end, I knew what Elliot said about the way things were had forever changed the way we all thought about them.

Young Man: Hey, Grandpa, a little help.
Dr. Kelso: Here ya go, sport. But call me grandpa again, and you and I are going to play a little game called "Hide the Wingtip". There may be a generational gap here, I'll explain. The wingtip is my shoe, the hiding place is your ass.

Nurse Roberts: Girl, can you believe what they sell in these white-people magazines? Look here. This is a computer chip that you put in your baby's foot so you can track it, like a baby low-jack.
Carla: White people do the craziest things.
Nurse Roberts: Like bumper stickers. I don't give a damn what you brake for.
Janitor: I know, white people! Huh. No, my- my stepmom is one quarter Inuit, so I'm part Eskimo. Anyway, small favor. I need your baby. I'm getting in the baby broker business. Nothing illicit. I'm just hooking up folks that can't have babies with folks that don't want babies.
Carla: You, leave. You, give me that baby little jack number.
Nurse Roberts: Already tore it out.

Elliot: Why can't you just give Sam a break?
Dr. Cox: Look, the only thing Sam did was to go from being a lying drug addict to being a lying drug addict who works here.
Elliot: People change. I knew this one migrant worker from our orchard, Ramon, he used to say "I hate applesauce, it destroys the integrity of the la manzana". Manzana is Spanish for apple. Anyway, last time I was home I asked how Ramon was doing. Vice-president of Mott's Applesauce. It's true, Ramon Dalgado, look him upon the internet.
Dr. Cox: Very well.
Elliot: Don't, I made it up. Point is people can change and you know it.

Maggie: So, how bad is it gonna be?
Turk: Well, you're gonna lose the dead tissue, but thanks to modern medicine you're gonna keep most of your foot. You won't believe how much worse it would've been even a few years ago.
[medieval fantasy: Maggie is tied down, with a plank of wood in her mouth, as Turk hovers over her with a saw:]
Maggie: [screams]
Turk: This might hurteth a little.
J.D.: Look, milady, I know it stinks that we're removing your foot and plan to eat it tonight at the healing feast, but you wouldn't believeth how much worse it would've been, even a few years ago.
[cave-age fantasy:]
Maggie: [complaining grunts]
[After Turk and J.D. talk to each other, Turk knocks Maggie out with his club. J.D. then knocks Turk out with his club. The Scrubs sad theme plays as caveman J.D. thinks about what he's done.]
J.D.: [v.o.] Onga bonga tonga ronga, gatanga batanga banga.
[reality:]
J.D.: I may have killed you, but I think I was upset about it.

Turk: [moans] Great, now I got a crick on my neck.
Dr. Kelso: [clears throat] We are gonna get a little graphic here. So, you fellas might wanna look the other way. Or not. It's your choice.
J.D.: Turk, why are you looking?
Turk: 'cause of my neck crick. I can't move.
Dr. Kelso: Watch this, Turkleton. She calls it the Shanghai Surprise!
Turk: Oh, God! [closes eyes, briefly opens them] Oh!

Dr. Cox: Oh, say, Barbie, wait just a second, eh, I gotta tell you. You look, well darn it all, you look great today.
Elliot: Oh, thanks. I started using that new facial cream made from baby foreskins.
Dr. Cox: Oh!
Elliot: But, I don't understand. You haven't complimented me in six years. Why today?
Dr. Cox: Well, since you are a private practice doctor who went home yesterday at 5 leaving me up all night with your melanoma patient, I just knew if I complimented you, sure as shootin', you'd look at me just a hair too long and then this would happen.
[Elliot trips over a patient in a wheelchair]
Man: [screams in agony]
Elliot: Oh, you think you're funny?
Dr. Cox: I do, I always have, ever since I was a little kid. It's one of the reasons that I'm a winner.