Turk: What are you doing? This surgery is risky for a patient half Arthur's age and healthier.
Dr. Cox: Listen to me. This could buy him some time. If we don't do it, he is dead in six months. It's worth a shot.
Turk: It's too risky. I'm right, you're wrong, and I'm not doing it.
Dr. Cox: No, I'm right, and you are wrong, and you damn sure are doing it because I am your boss.
Turk: You're pulling rank on me?
Dr. Cox: I am. Now if you would, please say it.
Turk: No, I'm too pissed off!
Dr. Cox: Those aren't the rules.
Turk: [sighs] Dr. Coxy is hella foxy.
Dr. Cox: Good effort. Do well in surgery.

Drew: Crazy idea. How about we just who study in study group?
Cole: Uh, no can do. I gotta take a walk to clear my head, maybe grab a fruit roll-up. I don't even know right now.

Lucy: Drew, why would you tell everyone about me and Cole?
Drew: There has never been anything in the entire world I care less about, except maybe this moment and American Idol. Cole told us.

Dr. Cox: Don't say anything. Please.
Turk: I don't think I have to. You'll beat yourself up.

Cole: Damn, girl! You can't just jump in front of golf carts. That's how gardeners die.

Dr. Cox: Came to get your licks in, huh? I get it. I damn sure deserve it. You may fire at will.
Turk: Actually, I came to say thank you. You showed a lot of stones in making that hard call for Art. It was the right choice. I was just scared to take it.
Dr. Cox: It cost him his life. We stole six months from that guy.
Turk: You and I both know that he would've spent most of that time in this hospital, just waiting to die. You pushed me to give him a chance. You had my back on this one, and I want you to know that you can always count on me to have yours.
Dr. Cox: I appreciate you saying that. Now I know exactly what it feels like to be in a Morgan Freeman movie. Hey. Come here. To Art. [they toast]

Cole: You're my number one shorty, yo.
Lucy: Yeah, that actually leads perfectly into what I wanted to talk to you about.
Cole: All ears, boo.
Lucy: See, now that we're officially a couple, we're gonna have to start, well, changing you. Okay, boo?
Cole: [chuckles] Wait, what now?
[later, Lucy lectures Cole in front of a whiteboard:]
Cole: Man, this is so hard! How am I supposed to remember all this?
Lucy: While you're my boyfriend, please refrain from using the following words and phrases: Crushing it, ghost riding the whip, hunting the big dawg, redonkulous, wrangle dangle, shtoops, the "donk" show, gittin' right, homeskillet, broseph, brosephine and sexting.
Cole: On the serious?
Lucy: There's another one. Also, substituting your name for words that sort of sound like your name. Stone Cole, Cole War, Piña Cole-lada. You know what I'm saying.
Cole: Girl, I can't give this all up cole turkey.
Lucy: Why don't we just call it a day? And we'll, uh, start fresh in the morning.
Cole: Sizzle.

Turk: Technically, I was right about Arthur, so I'm gonna need you to give me what's mine. Let me hear it.
Dr. Cox: All right, but just because I'm a man of honor. Ladies and gentlemen, toot, toot, tootie... Dr. Turk's a cutie. [all laugh]
Turk: Yes, I am.

Lucy: Then their was our dysfunctional mom and dad.
Turk: How you holding up?
Dr. Cox: Fine. You?
Turk: All good. There's no way in hell you're beating me At "hands on a coma patient," so take your hands off. Quit.
Dr. Cox: I don't quit.
Turk: I don't quit more. [quietly] Oh, no, it's his grandson.
Boy: What are you doing to my grandpa?
Dr. Cox: Nice try. That's Dr. Etten's kid. Hey, you, next time try dialing down the acting a notch. Less is more. Go on, get outta here. Fake grandson? That is some weak sauce.

Drew: She told me you two were sleeping together.
Lucy: Denise, that was girl talk! You have broken a sacred bond between sisters.
Denise: Oh, no. Now I'm not gonna get to wear the traveling pants this week. Look, I know that you've got Daddy/food/body/confidence/horse issues. But Cole? Really?
Lucy: He's only a booty call. It's just I can't stop. It's like having a scab you know you're not supposed to pick at, but you just can't help it 'cause you have to know what's under that pus-y filled mess.
Drew: Call me crazy, but I think you kids might just make it.
Lucy: You think?
Drew & Denise: No.