Dr. Cox Quote #651
Quote from Dr. Cox in My Five Stages
Dr. Cox: Oh, why are we still doing this? I've seen people in Mrs. Wilk's shape turn around.
J.D.: She could totally turn it around.
Dr. Hendrick: Denial. Yeah, it's not uncommon for people close to the patient to also go through the five stages of grief.
Dr. Cox: It's not denial. She could rally.
J.D.: Totally rally.
Dr. Hendrick: Oh, yeah. I mean, look at her. She should be in a vitamin commercial.
Dr. Cox: How would you like to be in a broken jaw commercial?
Dr. Hendrick: God help me, I don't care if it does give me cancer, I just love this fake sugar.
Dr. Cox: If he keeps ignoring my threats, I'm gonna have to hit him.
J.D.: The good news is, it looks like he has a soft face.
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Quote from Janitor
Janitor: OK, Teddy. I got this baby flowing now. I don't know if that's good. You should sue Kelso. You have a serious tort on your hands.
Ted: Tort?
Janitor: Civil case. From the French avoir tort.
Ted: Did you go to law school?
Janitor: No. I was Ruth Bader Ginsburg's janitor for a while.
Ted: Ruth Bader who?
Quote from J.D.
J.D.: Dr. Cox?
Dr. Cox: Yeah, Newbie, what do you got?
J.D.: That guy looks fantastic. What do you think he's dying of, a case of the handsomes?
Quote from Elliot
J.D.: [v.o.] Lately, Elliot and her booty call, Keith, loved playing games. Tonight, it was "The Orchard Owner and the Mexican Apple Thief."
Elliot: Confess, Manuel! Confess that you stole these apples.
Keith: I was at the dance with the other pickers.
Elliot: Liar! [Elliot slaps him]
J.D.: [v.o.] Frankly, the whole thing disgusted me.
Elliot: You saw him do it, didn't you, Paco?
J.D.: [v.o.] Mostly because they never let me speak.
J.D.: [exaggerated Mexican accent] He hid them in his pantalones. He loves these apples. He makes apples pie and apples juice with them.
Elliot: Paco, you can't talk because you lost your tongue in that cider press accident, remember? Now, back to the pickers' bunkhouse!
J.D.: I hate the pickers' bunkhouse.
J.D.: [v.o.] And I hate Keith. Which begs the question: Why do I insist on being a part of their foreplay?