Elliot: Did you know they're actually experimenting with a drug that can erase stuff from your head, like memories, dreams.
Turk: I don't remember any of my dreams anyway. Except for the ones involving cheese and Tyra Banks. Oh, baby, don't worry. You've nothing to be threatened by. In my book it goes: cheese, you, Tyra.

Turk: Wanna know what animal parts I'd want?
J.D.: I could guess.
[fantasy:]
J.D.: Man, there's no milk for my coffee.
Turk: Say no more. [squeezes udder]
J.D.: Thanks, Pal!
Turk: You're welcome. - You know what'd go great with that coffee?
J.D.: What's that?
Turk: [screams]
J.D.: Turky Bacon!
Turk: Yep!
[present:]
J.D.: You'd be like a big breakfast machine!

Carla: Amnesia? But what did he say when you told him he tried to commit suicide?
J.D.: I didn't tell him.
Turk: He doesn't need to deal with that right now. Hell, maybe we should never tell him.
J.D.: [v.o.] I know I'd love to forget all the painful things that have happened to me. But unfortunately I keep replaying them into my head like some clip-show from a bad sit-com, too lazy to come up with a fresh story.