Denise [to Lucy after she yells at a cadaver]: Hey stop being weird, I'm trying to be my sandwich around some corpses.
Lucy: Why are you eating your lunch in here?
Denise: Why are you yelling at a dead guy? See, we all have a lot of questions.

Cox: About as ridiculous as your five o'clock shadow. There's times I'm doing rounds and I feel like I'm teaching Yasser Arafat.
Denise: Really? I see a slightly gayer George Michael.
Cox: Oh, I so see that.
Drew: Could you please be more alike?

Denise: What's going on? You texted that someone was coding in here.
Dr. Cox: You texted me, "come and show me your boobs."
Drew: I may have switched those texts, which does raise the question, why did you come, Dr. Cox?

That's exactly what Trang needed. Driving back and forth in the parking lot, reinforcing every stereotype of Asian drivers.

Denise: Docta, docta give me the news, I got a...
Dr. Cox: Yeah I'm not a big car singin' kinda guy.
Denise: Aww bad case of lovin' you, Per. Come on, where's the fun?

Dr. Cox: Denise, that's not very likely. And here's why: All you do is talk, talk, talk talk, talk, talk, talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk. And when you're not talking, I'm betting you're thinking about talking. I mean, can I ask you a personal question? Have you ever had a thought that you didn't immediately verbalize?
Denise: Well, I don't know. That's a tough one, Perr.
Dr. Cox: Uh-huh.
Denise: Oh, look, the window's open again! You can see the moon!

Denise: I think that's how my nose got bent. Who knows? Nose knows. I love words, don't you love words?
Dr. Cox: I like "strangle".

Denise: So, little Jack's a baseball fan, eh?
Jordan: He's two and he can't talk yet.
Denise: You know what you should do? You should get him some baseball cards! I got my son, Davey, a Ken Griffey Jr. card? Carries it with him wherever he goes. Never liked the gum, though. Gum's a weird word, isn't it? You know? Do you ever notice some words, you say 'em enough, they don't even sound like words anymore? Gum.... Gum. Gum. Gum! Gum, gum, gum, gum, gum, gum, gum, gum, gum, gum, gum, gum, gum, gum, gummmm. Gum gum gum...

Denise: Hey hun, before you hop in there, could you do me a little favoronie and check the windshield wiper. I think I got something caught up there.
Dr. Cox: No problem. I got it.
Denise: (Turns on ambulance siren) Hahaha! I always get the newbies with that one! Hahahahaha got you! You know it!
Dr. Cox: When they strap me in please let them know the murder was just.

Dr. Cox: Oh, happy day. She's blown a fuse. Mm. I swear to God, Jordan, I can't do it again.
Jordan: Perry, it's just one more shift. Just tune her out and she'll eventually leave you alone.
Dr. Cox: Consider it done.
Denise: ...gum gum gum gum gum. Gum.

It's okay. Hey, Perr. I just saw an adorable interracial gay couple. Aw, just precious.

<i>Denise slams on the breaks to avoid hitting J.D. and Turk</i> Denise

Dr. Cox: Oh my God. What happened in your life that made you so needy that you've got to fill every waking second by babbling on?
Denise: Fine, don't visit. My son will come.
Dr. Cox: And now we are right back on your son again. I'll be honest with you, I'm worried that I'm not going to be able to get your voice out of my head. It is a very real concern.

Scrubs Quotes

J.D.: You were wrong and I was right.
Dr. Cox: I beg your pardon?
J.D.: Anosmia isn't a side-effect of I.V. Imipenem. Plus, Mr. Blair had multiple nasal polypectomies, and septoplasty; and his loss of smell is most likely caused by repeated manipulation of the sinuses along with concurrent infection. So, I didn't make a mistake; and you were wrong when you said, "Nice goin', Newbie."
Dr. Cox: Here you've put me in a tough situation: I can't honestly decide whether to say, "Duh," uh, "Doy," or a very sarcastic, "Oh, really?" My God, Fiona, I know it wasn't your fault; hell, the patient probably knows! But he seemed a little distraught, like maybe being able to blame somebody for a second or two just might make him feel a little better? And, I know, maybe it's me, but doesn't that seem like something that goes right along with wearing that fancy white coat? It... does, doesn't it.
J.D.: Kinda.
Dr. Cox: Gosh, I'm so proud of ya. Put her there.
He hold out his hand
Dr. Cox: Woof.
J.D.'s Narration: "Woof?"

Janitor: And it's no good to hide it from me, 'cause I got keys to everything. Except the third floor mental ward. Someone stole that one.
Dr. Kelso: Was he smoking a gavel?
Janitor: Seemed to be.