J.D. Quote #1633
Quote from J.D. in My Last Words
George: Hard to believe. My whole life goes down to these four pages. I wonder if anybody would remember me?
Turk: Come on, George.
J.D.: When my dad died, I thought my brother and I were gonna be the only two to remember him. I was totally wrong. When we were, uh, growing up, there was this one homeless guy in our town. We used to call him Mr. Long-beard Stinky-pants. Uh, because he had this really long beard and, uh, his pants-
Turk: He gets it.
J.D.: They were stinky. Anyway, every time we went out to dinner, my father would make us give him our left-overs. My mom hated that. She used to be like, "He's just gonna use those pork-chops for drugs." My mom drank a lot. The point is, a couple months ago, I-I went home and there's this clean-shaven guy working in the pizzeria. He takes me aside, and says, "Your father was a great man." It was Mr. Long-beard Stinky-pants. Although now he prefers Kevin. Anyway, George, I- I promise you, people are gonna remember you the same way.
George: Thank you very much.
Scrubs Quotes
‘My Last Words’ Quotes
Quote from Ted
George: Hey, guys, I assume you've already met my sharp, young lawyer who is gonna help me with my will.
Ted: You said I could help you. All this work for nothing. [rips paper]
J.D.: Ted! Ted! He means you.
Ted: Oh, man! I did this on my typewriter. I'll be back in 11 hours.
Quote from Denise
J.D.: [v.o.] I know it seems callous to leave, but whoever takes care of George tonight will be just as compassionate as us.
Denise: Mr. Valentine, I'm Dr. Mahoney. My attending really wants me to connect with my patients so if it's okay with you, I'd thought I'd get the ball rolling in a personal story.
George: Okay, you can call me George.
Denise: Awesome, I'm feeling it. So George, last Friday, I'm at a bar. I take this guy home. He's a little fat, whatever, right? Plus, chubsters are so grateful, they usually try harder. Anyway, right in the middle of things, he's sweating and snorting like a hairy rhino. And I just start to hate myself. Like really, really hate myself. So without even thinking, I just headbutt him, right in the face. Bam, clock him in between the eyes and knock him out cold. So, that's what I got. What do you got going on?
George: I like golf.
J.D.: [v.o.] When you get down to it, taking care of a patient means more than anything. Even Steak Night.
Turk: Hey, George.
J.D.: We'll take it from here, Chuckles.
Turk: Yeah. So long.
George: I think I just saw the Devil.
Quote from J.D.
Turk: And what did you guys do for a living?
George: Barbara taught history. I coached football.
Turk: I played football. Yeah, defense, safety.
George: You?
J.D.: Oh no, I-I didn't, uh, I didn't play sports, per se, George. I was the, uh, mascot for the girls' volleyball team.
George: Really? You wear a costume?
J.D.: Oh, great costume, I wore a bandanna and a half-shirt. At away games, I wear spurs, which, in retrospective, is sort of weird 'cause we weren't the Cowboys.
George: You must have looked very beautiful.
J.D.: I felt beautiful.