Lucy: Dr. Cox? I know why I want to be a doctor. I want to use my experience to make the kind of catches that save lives, to give people a chance to live.
Dr. Cox: Hold that thought. Time of death, 4:23 p.m. [Dr. Cox looks to the grieving family]
Lucy: Oh, I am very, uh... His middle name is Ulysses.

Turk: Hey, Drew. Turns out you were right about the Haitian berry reaction. I guess your diagnosis wasn't rash after all. [on the phone] See, J.D.? I told you they wouldn't laugh.

Lucy: Dr. Cox? I've done some soul-searching, and I have a new answer.
Dr. Cox: Let me prep for the verbal brilliance that is surely headed my way. Ha. Proceed.
Lucy: I want to become a doctor so I can help people who can't help themselves.
Dr. Cox: Lame.
Lucy: When my grandmother was ill-
Dr. Cox: Boo!
Lucy: See, Dr. Quinn was a medicine woman-

Dr. Cox: Stop. Now this is when I would normally launch into a rant. But I've already told you what the consequences are if you don't come up with an acceptable answer prior to the ceremony. Right now you've got four strikes on you. And even in the adjusted Lucy Bennett 5-strike system that I recently established to accommodate all major underachievers - Go ahead and take a second and be happy that something was named after you - You still need to come up with something better. One more pathetic, clichéd answer and you're gone.
Lucy: That was kind of a rant.

Elliot: Okay, so he made a comment about wanting you to look nice, and then you blew him off and mocked him.
Denise: Yeah, called him a girl.
Elliot: Oh, fantastic. Okay. Uh, does Drew ever do anything nice for you?
Denise: All the time.
Elliot: And do you ever do anything for him?
Denise: Oh, no. Who wants to travel down that road?

Elliot: Denise, like it or not, you're in a relationship. Sometimes you have to do things you don't want to do, like dressing nice or, in my case, going to the zoo twice a month. I still don't know why J.D. is so obsessed with those damn penguins.
Turk: It's because they look like little formal people. We like to think they're British.
Elliot: Turk, if you're out, then stay out.
Turk: Fine!

Drew: Why am I scrubbing in again?
Turk: The O.R. is a safe place. Nobody's gonna yell "recognize" at you in here. Can I ask you a question? Why do white people ruin everything? I only got to say "fo shizzle" for a week. A week!

Lucy: Dr. Cox.
Dr. Cox: Oh, dear God.
Lucy: I don't have your perfect answer. At first I thought it was to make my family proud, and then I thought it was about saving lives, and for one second, I thought it was a chance to get closer to Dr. Sanjay Gupta, who is a beautiful Indian man, and I've never visited that continent romantically, if you know what I mean.
Dr. Cox: Unfortunately, I do.
Lucy: Anyway, the truth is, I can't pick just one reason. Oh, my God. That's the answer. I want to be a doctor for all those reasons and a million more that I haven't even thought of yet.
Dr. Cox: That's not bad. Come on. Let's go. We're gonna be late for the white coat ceremony.
Lucy: Ooh, plus I look super cute in white.
Dr. Cox: Now you ruined it.

Lucy: [v.o.] Even Drew's been acting like a gunner recently.
[flashback:]
Roger: Drew, can I borrow your histology notes?
Drew: Roger, no. Nothing personal. I just don't want to help you half-ass your way through med school and keep you from your true destiny, which is to become the second-best dentist at a run-down strip mall. You get it.

Denise: Anyway, check it out. Mr. Warshal passed his kidney stone.
Drew: Oh, that's hot.
Elliot: F.Y.I., that's like passing a bowling ball through a straw. They say it's actually a lot like giving birth. Super pumped, by the way. Super pumped.