[As a boy plays with a toy car in his bed, he accidentally knocks over his juice carton]
Devin: Oh, no! Oh, no! Oh, no!
Carla: Hey, it's okay.
Devin: But now the Ghost Who Hates Spills is gonna come.
Carla: Who?
Janitor: You're right, Devin. He might come this very night. And as you know, that ghost's entire family was killed by a careless spill. Just like yours. Just like yours. Hmm.

Lloyd: I have chest tinglies.
Dr. Cox: Lloyd, you're 40 years old and you're a delivery man, so you should be suffering from a pretty severe case of the "where-did-I-go-wrongsies". But, other than that, you're fine. I ran every test. There's nothing wrong with you.
Lloyd: But the pain starts here, and then it goes along, and then skips this area, and then starts hurting again here, and then of course there's the tinglies.
Dr. Cox: [long pause] I'm gonna head out now, Lloyd.

Dr. Cox: You tricked me?
Turk: I couldn't have done it without my supporting players. Ladies and gentlemen, my muse, my shining light, Miss Carla Turk.
Carla: Stop being mean to my husband!
Turk: And of course, playing the cantankerous chief of medicine, you know him, you love to hate him, Dr.
Bob Kelso!
[After Bob Kelso runs there with a smile on his face, the trio take a bow]
Turk: Again.
Dr. Kelso: Ah, that was fun.
Turk: Don't mess with me ever again.
Carla: I'm so proud of you, baby!
Turk: You know what I do when I do...

Elliot: You know how Mel got around campus? She would just jump on some random dude's back and then make him take her wherever she wanted to go.
Melody: Oh, remember that time I made you do that with Grill Face?
Elliot: Yes. [laughs]
[flashback to Elliot and Melody at a barbecue party:]
Melody: Come on, do it! Just pick a guy! Go on!
Elliot: Ok. Let's go!
[Elliot runs, jumps off a cooler, lands on a guy's back and sends him lurching, face first into the barbecue grill]
[present:]
Melody: I mean, before that happened, Grill Face's name was just Steve.
Elliot: Yeah.

Carla: Why does this bedsheet have two holes in it?
Janitor: That's on me. Sometimes at night I haunt pediatrics.

Carla: Okay, this ends now.
Janitor: Do you know how messy kids can be, and how clean this place has been ever since... the ghost? Besides, I'm only picking on the tonsil cases. The spoiled ones getting ice cream for every meal. Do you know what I had to eat, when I had my tonsils out?
Carla: What?
Janitor: Hot coffee and granola bars. Hot and scratchy. Hot and scratchy!
Carla: Are you insane?
Janitor: I'm a little bit tired. I was up all night learning to rollerblade. I want the ghost to be a little more glidey.

J.D.: You know what, I should probably go. It's late. I forgot to pay my check. There's a credit card for you. It's quiet in here. I think the music went off again. Someone want to tap that juke box for me? No? Okay. Wow! You guys can stare off a long time without letting your eyes blink. That's amazing. That's- I try and do that and I can never really do it when I've tried.
Bartender: Sorry, the machine's busted.
J.D.: Unfortunate. Okay. Thank you, Frank. I will pay cash. Ben Franklin here should take care of things. A one hundred dollar bill.
Bartender: I don't got change for that.
J.D.: He doesn't got change. That's how he says that. Okay. Mmh. Surely, one of my lady friends could... No. All right. You know what? I'm going to pay one hundred dollars for that Appletini. I like you. You're a good barman. You never tease me when I order the 'tinis.
Bartender: Drink 'em myself.
J.D.: Good Night. [walks away, returns] I can't spend a hundred dollars on an Appletini! It's absurd! That's like ten Tinis, with a tip! No, that must be something else I can buy. How much is that weird melted fox tale?
Bartender: Actually, that's a beard.
J.D.: You can probably keep that then. It's probably a family heirloom. You know what, Frank? I'm gonna do it. One hundred dollars for one Appletini, that was frankly light on the 'tini. All right. Good night. I found a fiver in my pocket.
Melody: No!
J.D.: Keep that too.

J.D.: [v.o.] Sometimes standing up for someone still isn't enough to make the guilt go away.
Lloyd: That is cool! No scar!
Turk: [gasps]
Dr. Cox: You never operated on him? But he-he said he watched his own surgery.
Turk: Oh, he thinks he did. I put up a divider, sprayed on some local anesthetic, and then put Mrs. Nouabi's heart surgery on the TV.
[flashback:]
Lloyd: What's that thing?
Turk: Oh, that's your shoulder sack.
Lloyd: Dude!

J.D.: [v.o.] This saliva heavy display was because Keith was going out of town for a few days.
Keith: Come on, Elliot, let me just borrow it for the weekend. I promise I'll bring it back.
Elliot: No, I need it. Now go. [Keith walks away] Whenever he goes away, he always wants to take my tushie.
J.D.: Why doesn't he just do what I did when we were dating? Wait until you fall asleep naked and take a picture of it.
Elliot: Did you actually do that?
J.D.: No!
J.D.: [v.o.] It's my screensaver!

Elliot: Whenever we're apart I always get so bummed.
J.D.: Well, then let's get you cheered up, huh? Look what I just bought in the back of Boy's Life. Spiderman goggles. Still gloomy? Let's put on the wipers. Ruh-roh.
Elliot: Nmm-mm.
J.D.: Nothing? Dr. Beardface. Let's see if he wants to play Macaroni.
Elliot: How do you play?
J.D.: One-nothing, your turn.
J.D.: [v.o.] Playing maccaroni was much more fun than dealing with a hypochondriac.