Denise: Okay, Mr. Rego, I know you've been complaining about the bedpans being too cold, so I used an incubator in pediatrics to warm this bad boy up for you. Enjoy.
Elliot: You know, I used to use an incubator to keep my lunch warm till some whiny new mom complained that her preemie smelled like a ham sandwich. Weird thing was, I had a tuna melt in there, not ham. Most newborns smell amazing. An unlucky few are ham babies.

Carla: Everything okay?
Janitor: I'm great. I just don't know what's real anymore. But that's okay, right? I mean, so what if big chunks of my life were just figments of my imagination? So I never went to China and had a baby with a local. Maybe I was never in The Fugitive.
Carla: Listen, this place can make anyone crazy. Once, after a double shift, I swore I went home and crawled into bed with Turk. Next day, I woke up in the on call room spooning Dr. Beardface. Now the guy's always slipping me hotel keys.
Janitor: [laughs] Can't believe you're being so nice to me when I almost punished you for something that never even happened. Please accept my apologies.
Carla: That was easier than I thought. No, beardface.

Elliot: So, how was last night, Denise?
Denise: I ended up staying here and finishing my casework.
Elliot: What the hell? I mean, at least with my patients, I'm used to being ignored, like Mr. Cooper after his triple bypass. I told him to start eating healthier. He goes right back to scarfing down bacon burgers. And do you want to know where he is now, Denise?
Denise: He's dead, isn't he?
Elliot: No, he just moved back to Phoenix. I was going to say that he was dead, but I think saying that about people who are still alive is a huge jinx. Look, when I kicked you out of the hospital last night... [cell phone rings] Please don't be Mr. Cooper dead. Please don't be Mr. Cooper dead. Nope, just my mom. Ignore.