J.D.: [v.o.] I couldn't help wonder if by taking that patient from Todd and giving her to Turk, I had toyed with fate.
Turk: I know that look. You're wondering if you toyed with fate.
J.D.: How could you know that look? It's a brand new look.
Turk: What do you think Todd would've done that I didn't?
[fantasy:]
Nurse: Doctor, her heart stopped.
Todd: No! [removes own heart] Here! [dying breath] I'm gay!
Nurse: I knew it.
[reality:]
Turk: Oh, my God! That's your "the Todd would've pulled his own heart out" look!
J.D.: Okay, we have been spending way too much time together.

J.D.: Well, Mrs. Covello, your CAT-scan showed a small rectal tumor, so I want to schedule a low anterior resection. But don't worry, we have an amazing surgical team here, okay?
Mrs. Covello: That means a lot coming from the co-chief resident.
J.D.: [v.o.] How did she hear? She's been in a coma for two weeks. Dammit!

Dr. Molly Clock: See, I think as a psychiatrist that I should be there when Miss Myers' bandages get removed, because her accident was traumatic enough. But with reconstructive facial surgery on top of that? In my professional opinion: Yikes!
Dr. Cox: Honey, if you are coming in, I just might go ahead and phone up my pool-man and my architect so we can populate the room with just as many useless people as possible.
Dr. Molly Clock: Great. My mom's in town, should I call her?