Nick: That kid is eventually gonna die, whether it’s today, tomorrow, or a month from now. There’s nothing I can do, nothing works. Now his parents wanna talk to me, what am I supposed to tell them, that Peter lived a good long seven years? Seven years man! It’s not fair. I hate this place. I hate this job.
Dr. Wen: I don’t know where that smell came from!
Todd: Uh… sir?
Dr. Wen: What is it, do you see something?
Todd: Sir, I farted. That smell is from the fart that I made.
Turk: Duuude.
Dr. Wen: Get the hell out of my OR!
JD: I wanted to kill the guy, but he’s so nice he probably would have helped me
Nick: C’mon JD, you’re not closing the windpipe!
JD: I still feel like I’m seven years old playing M.A.S.H with my older brother
Young JD: I don’t wanna be Hot Lips again!
Dan: Shut up and kiss Frank.
