Dr. Cox: Okay, so young Cole may not be an ideal protégé. He may not even be an ideal human. Nevertheless, you don't get to pick who needs you as a mentor. Do you realize, for the last eight years I've been saddled with a whiny, clingy lady-man whose very life force was dependent on hugs? Now, of course, I have young Drew, and although he may be filled with a bubbling rage that I fear cannot be contained very much longer, at least he doesn't need me to hold his hand when he speaks of love and his true feelings. The point is, we don't always get to choose who deserves and who wants our help. That's it.
Turk: Why you gotta always ruin pastry time? Perfectly good pastry.

Turk: I want you to imagine these bears were in a horrible accident. Like a bus crash. And before you ask, no, I don't know why the bears were on a bus. Maybe they're super smart government bears on their way to fight terrorism. Anyway, all you need to do is sew one of these bad boys up before me, and I'll know you have the skills to be a surgeon. Are we clear?
Cole: As a vodka tonic.

Lucy: Dr. Cox, I don't know what I'm gonna do about this ceremony. I had this whole-
Dr. Cox: Da-da-da-da-da-da. No sitting. Can't you see I'm reading a very important chart here?
Lucy: A British tabloid?
Dr. Cox: This chart functions as my shield to protect me from those who would annoy me.
Cole: Hey, Dr. C.
Dr. Cox: Shield on. Oh. See what you've done? You have destroyed the shield-like power of my chart.