Carla: Bambi, are you giving me attitude?
J.D.: What if I am?
Carla: [laughs] Sweetie, you have to be a minority sidekick in a bad movie to pull that off. You know what I'm talking about, right?
Nurse Roberts: Oh, child, please. You speak the truth.
Carla: Explain it to this man, please. First, you do the hand, then you do the finger, then you talk through the nose. And then you give a lot of attitude. That's how it works. But if you're not from there, you don't understand, so I'm not going to even ask you.
J.D.: OK, I'm gonna leave now.
Carla: What? [gasps] Oh, no, you didn't! Where you going? Where you going?

Elliot: Dr. Cox.
Dr. Cox: I'm hoping for your sake there's another Dr. Cox sat behind me.
Elliot: I feel stupid but, sending me to Kelso like that, I'm not sure what you were trying to teach me.
Dr. Cox: The value, and this is important, of leaving me alone.
Elliot: I think we both know there's a little more to it than that.
Dr. Cox: No, no, no. No, there's not. Look, I want you to go ahead and spread the word, missy. I've had enough. The next whiny intern that comes to me for a cookie and a hug, I swear to Aisha, I'm going to hurt them. And you, you neurotic, one-woman freak show, take your blah-blah to the blah-blah-ologist. Because if you are so stupid as to confront the Chief of Medicine, over some quasi-offensive endearment, then you've just got to go ahead and replace the captain of your brain ship because he's drunk at the wheel.
Elliot: You're right. I need to learn to pick my battles. Thank you, sir.
Dr. Cox: You're welcome.

Dr. Wen: Look, I've been an attending for three years here. What makes you think you know better?
Turk: In my gut I know I'm right.
Dr. Wen: We need to make this decision now.
Turk: Fine, then it's on you.
Dr. Wen: Yes, it is. Nurse. Erasure.
Nurse: Yes, doctor.
[Erasure's "A Little Respect" plays]
Patient: I hate this song.
Turk: Me too, man. Me too.