J.D.: Janitor. What's that smell? Janitor: I don't know. Although, it smells a little bit like... the truth! J.D.: Augh! Janitor: My poor wife slaved over these! J.D.: She just cut off a pair of scrubs and hemmed the bottom. What's the big deal? Janitor: What's the big deal? Well, the Good Lord didn't bless my wife with all ten fingers. She's only got pointer... and... thumb-pinkie.
Turk: Baby, you don't want to do this. Carla: What? Turk: Look, since your mother passed, you probably been feeling lonely, and like you don't have any family. But I'm your family now - whether we do it like this, or we wait and do it like you've always wanted to. Don't you think? Dr. Cox: Holy cow, talk about your gigantic time-wasters.