Elliot: Did you know they're actually experimenting with a drug that can erase stuff from your head, like memories, dreams.
Turk: I don't remember any of my dreams anyway. Except for the ones involving cheese and Tyra Banks. Oh, baby, don't worry. You've nothing to be threatened by. In my book it goes: cheese, you, Tyra.

Elliot: There are so many moments in my life I will never forget. Oh, like that time my dad accidentally glued my mom's legs together after testing out his new homemade sex lube.
J.D.: Your dad's awesome!

Turk: Wanna know what animal parts I'd want?
J.D.: I could guess.
[fantasy:]
J.D.: Man, there's no milk for my coffee.
Turk: Say no more. [squeezes udder]
J.D.: Thanks, Pal!
Turk: You're welcome. - You know what'd go great with that coffee?
J.D.: What's that?
Turk: [screams]
J.D.: Turky Bacon!
Turk: Yep!
[present:]
J.D.: You'd be like a big breakfast machine!