[As a boy plays with a toy car in his bed, he accidentally knocks over his juice carton]
Devin: Oh, no! Oh, no! Oh, no!
Carla: Hey, it's okay.
Devin: But now the Ghost Who Hates Spills is gonna come.
Carla: Who?
Janitor: You're right, Devin. He might come this very night. And as you know, that ghost's entire family was killed by a careless spill. Just like yours. Just like yours. Hmm.

Lloyd: I have chest tinglies.
Dr. Cox: Lloyd, you're 40 years old and you're a delivery man, so you should be suffering from a pretty severe case of the "where-did-I-go-wrongsies". But, other than that, you're fine. I ran every test. There's nothing wrong with you.
Lloyd: But the pain starts here, and then it goes along, and then skips this area, and then starts hurting again here, and then of course there's the tinglies.
Dr. Cox: [long pause] I'm gonna head out now, Lloyd.

Dr. Cox: You tricked me?
Turk: I couldn't have done it without my supporting players. Ladies and gentlemen, my muse, my shining light, Miss Carla Turk.
Carla: Stop being mean to my husband!
Turk: And of course, playing the cantankerous chief of medicine, you know him, you love to hate him, Dr.
Bob Kelso!
[After Bob Kelso runs there with a smile on his face, the trio take a bow]
Turk: Again.
Dr. Kelso: Ah, that was fun.
Turk: Don't mess with me ever again.
Carla: I'm so proud of you, baby!
Turk: You know what I do when I do...