J.D.: [v.o.] There's no better way to celebrate saving a life than pretending to like beer.
J.D.: Oh, sticky.
J.D.: [v.o.] Yep, I'm sitting between my best bud and my abusive father figure, watching my new favorite thing.
J.D.: Footballing!
J.D.: [v.o.] They're staring. Quick, talk like a jock!
J.D.: Sports grass is so lovely.
Dr. Cox: Here I thought we weren't bringing our wives this evening.
Turk: Speaking of which, Carla can't make it to the Owl Cats game this Friday. We have an extra ticket.
J.D.: I'm in! I'm in! I gotta see this sports grass in person.

Lucy: You want me to help Ryan through his mom's death?
Denise: It'll only be a few months. A year, tops. Come on. It'll be fun. It'll be like having a really sad pen pal.
Lucy: What are you doing? You should help him.
Denise: Listen up, Seabiscuit. Th isn't my wheelhouse, okay? It's taken me a long time to get to a point that I can be there emotionally for a patient. You know how I do it? Every second that they're here, I remind myself that once they leave this hospital, either on their own or in a box, they're no longer my problem anymore. Out the door, out of my head. It's the only way it works for me.

J.D.: Hey, man. I'm gonna hit the gym and sneak in a quick workout. Wanna come?
Turk: Sweating it out in a steam room isn't exercising, buddy.
J.D.: No, it's sit-cercising.