Drew: So I'm taking you to dinner tonight. Did you bring anything less bloody to change into?
Denise: Why?
Drew: I don't know. It's a nice place. It wouldn't kill you to dress up once in a while. You're a pretty girl.
Denise: You're a pretty girl.
Drew: I am a pretty girl.

Cole: Dude's a goner. I see it in his eyes.
Drew: He's Haitian. It's a poison-wood berry burn.
Lucy: How do you know?
Drew: Trust me, I know.
Lucy: Boy george! If you're right, you could seal the deal for keynote speaker.

Lucy: How about you, Dr. Mahoney?
Denise: I like scabs.

Turk: [British accent] Anyone fancy a swim? [laughs] What? That's how they sound.
Elliot: [laughing] That is the way they sound.

Lucy: Hey, Cole, you know how when we make love, I can't look into your eyes because they're so empty and soulless, so I just cover them with my hands?
Cole: Uh, yeah, it's cool. I can see through your fingers.
Lucy: Well, I can get past that if you'll be real with me just once. Why do you want to be a doctor?
Cole: Why the hell not?
Dr. Cox: Now that's a good answer.
Lucy: How could that be a good answer?
Dr. Cox: Because he meant it.

Cole: What's up, chiefs? [imitates explosion] I hope the school has insurance, 'cause my keynote speech is gonna blow the roof off this mother!
Dr. Kelso: You, son, are a very odd little squid.

Dr. Kelso: [to Drew] Oh, hey, wait. I want to talk to you. Your academic record is impeccable, and Dr. Turk told me about your catch with the poison-wood berry burn. You are our choice as keynote speaker for the white coat ceremony.
Dr. Cox: Oh! Congratulations. It's tantamount to getting half off on a cup of soup.

All: Recognize!
Drew: Yes, hello. It's me. How could this be any worse?
[fantasy: Lucy is teary-eyed as she reads a newspaper:]
Lucy: Scientists taught horses to talk, and it turns out because we've ridden them all these years, they don't like humans!
[reality:]
Lucy: Oh. I don't even want to think about it.

Elliot: Oh, you definitely need my blue eyes for this one. And my pregnancy boobs for this one. Honestly, if I could give up five years of my life to keep these bad boys, I would. You know, as long as I had a guarantee that I'd live until, like, my 80s.
Denise: Yeah, you should bring that up to God when he grants you your magic boobs.
Elliot: Oh, in my head, it wasn't God. It was a genie.

Cole: Too bad about your boy Drew. But no worries. I'll pick up the slack. I already wrote the beginning of my speech. So I open up with a line from the movie Malice. [gruff voice] "You ask me if I have a God complex? I am God!" [normal voice] Boom! We're in.