Dr. Cox: OK, the antibiotics have brought your fever down. Is there anything else I can do?
Mr. Russell: Yeah, I'm auditioning for my church's senior citizen production of Streetcar Named Desire. Would you mind running lines with me?
Dr. Cox: I'd be happy to.
Mr. Russell: "If I didn't know you was my wife's sister, I'd get ideas about you."
Dr. Cox: I can't believe you think I'd do this with you. Are you insane? Seriously, I'm a doctor.
Mr. Russell: What page are you on?
Dr. Cox: [groans]

J.D.: It's not like nurses know everything.
J.D.: [v.o.] Uh-oh. Carla's gearing up to explode. Save yourself. Attempt the casual side-switch. And you're there. Now angry at Kelso.
J.D.: Bob, how dare you?
Carla: Exactly. You're worried about what I can handle? Vascular Surgery wants an update every two hours on bed 1, I'm weaning Mrs. Jones' dopamine from ten mikes to five, Mrs. Meyerson's abdominal wound is dehiscing and Mr. Wilder is turfed to Psych because he thinks he's Flo from Alice.
Mr. Wilder: Kiss my grits!
Carla: Exactly, Flo! Exactly!
J.D.: I hope you learned something today.

Dr. Marston: Stress is often a factor in conception. So tell me, do you think stress might be an issue?
[flashback:]
Carla: I swear, if you don't knock me up tonight, there's no more sex until you steal me a baby. So do it right this time.
[present:]
Turk: There's a little stress.