Turk: What the hell is this crap?
Elliot: It's Dr. Kelso! Mr. Sloane dropped the tape off.
Turk: Why do you care so much anyway?
Elliot: I think it would be so interesting if there was this whole romantic, creative, vulnerable side to him. I think it's a fascinating study of human behavior.
Turk: I think you're a fascinating study of human behavior.

Elliot: The music's not that bad.
Turk: "My Tuscaloosa heart"?
Elliot: You have to admit, if that was him, it'd be pretty weird.
Turk: You have to admit you're pretty weird.
Elliot: Stop doing that!
Turk: You stop doing that!

J.D.: Where'd Mr. Simon go?
Carla: I'm guessing not Heaven. He died.
Other J.D.: Hey, Number Two!
J.D.: Hey, Number One. What happened?
Carla: Bambi, he had terminal cancer. He went into respiratory arrest and passed away.
Other J.D.: Hey, Number Two!
J.D.: Hey, Number One. Did you give him a dose of naloxone?
Carla: Yes, Bambi. We tried intubating him, we did CPR, we even tried transputating his pacing.
Other J.D.: Hey, Number Two!
J.D.: He went so fast.
Carla: Yeah. Say, "Hey, Number One".
J.D.: Hey, Number One.
Other J.D.: Hey, Number Two.

J.D.: You guys awake?
Turk: Holy son-of-a-cracker!
Carla: Turk, not now.
Turk: Carla.
Carla: Not now. Maybe in the morning before work.

Carla: What's up, Bambi?
J.D.: I can't stop thinking about Mr. Simon. I neglected him 'cause he was a jerk and I'm just worried that's what killed him.
Carla: Could have been the neglect. Could've been the terminal cancer. Bambi, you're a conscientious doctor. You'd never do anything to hurt a patient. You know that.

J.D.: [v.o.] Okay, so you got a good eight/nine minutes of sleep last night. Remember it's a new day. Yesterday's gone and it's never coming back.
Carla: Bambi, about yesterday.
J.D.: It's back?
Carla: They want you to present Mr. Simon at an M and M conference.
J.D.: [v.o.] Morbidity and Mortality conferences are just fun little meetings they have when they think you might be in anyway responsible for a patient's death.

Other J.D.: Hey, Number Two!
J.D.: Hey, Number One.
Other J.D.: Hey, Number Two!
J.D.: Okay, you have to stop doing that. Look, Number One-
Other J.D.: Number Two.
J.D.: Okay, listen. I know we have the same name and I feel very bad about that, but I can't spend every second of my day playing this game. I'm sorry.
Other J.D.: [quietly] Hey, Number Two?

Turk: Have you guys ever stopped to think that maybe Bunny is just a real bunny?
Carla: Baby, that's just stupid.
Turk: Yeah, I know.

J.D.: [v.o.] I'm OK. I'm OK. I'm a "K". I'm a "'K"? What the hell does that mean?
Dr. Kelso: Dr. Dorian, we have examined Aaron Simon's file. Before we begin, do you have any last words?
[fantasy: J.D. is blindfolded against a wall as Kelso lights a cigarette in his mouth:]
J.D.: I'm a "K". That was terrible. Can I have a do-over?

Dr. Kelso: Initially there were concerns that Mr. Simon may have been overmedicated. We have concluded that his pain control was both adequate and well within normal limits. Thank you for stopping by.
J.D.: Sir, I am not sure how this thing usually works, but I was kinda hoping we could take a closer look at me. I've been sort of doubting my performance, and it would be really helpful if we could just all talk about it as a group.
[Everyone gets up and leaves]