Scrubs Season 4 Episode 2: "My Office" Quotes
Turk: What are you doing?
Molly: Oh, um, I'm tired of trying to find my office, so I just set up shop here!
Turk: Oh! Okay, that's not weird.
Molly: Hey! Are you Todd?
Todd: Oh, yeah.
Molly: Well, Carla said you're having a barbecue.
Todd: No, but stick around, I'll see if we can get something cooking.
Elliot: Keep up, people! We got pre-rounds to do! Get the lead out, Elvis!
J.D.: Okay, she's gone. Now, I've heard some rumors there's been some fraternizing with some of Dr. Reid's residents. Now, I don't want to mention any names... but, Slobodan, enough of that crap!
Doug: Watch your ass.
Molly: So... you're mad at me.
Carla: Excuse me?
Molly: Oh! You're not mad at me!
Carla: Why did you just close your eyes at me?
Molly: I've never been able to wink.
Turk: Look, I wanna apologize for my wife. She'd never admit it to you, but she likes to be the person around here who tells everybody what to do. Apparently she can't get enough of it at home. Right? Right? Wrong. Look, if every once in a while you could let her be the one to give the advice? You guys might end up being friends.
Molly: I can do that. And tell Carla that you did well.
Turk: You truly underestimate how proud my wife is. If she knew I was here, she'd kill me.
Molly: All right.
She leaves and Carla comes to face Turk
Carla: What happened to the part about how much I help people around here?
Turk: Wait a second, she said I did well!
J.D.: The point is, we should... hang out outside the hospital sometime.
Elliot: J.D., I still need time. I know that's gonna be hard for you because you like to fix everything right away, but... you just do the best you can, okay?
J.D.: Is it fixed now?
Elliot: Nope.
J.D.'s Narration: Shoot!
Carla: Whatever. It's fine, it's fine. It's not like all my friends are gonna go to Molly for advice.
Laverne: Mmm-hmm.
Molly: Nurse Roberts, if you still wanna talk about that situation with your husband, we can go to my office now.
Laverne: 'Scuse me.
Molly: How's it going in here?
Turk/Dr. Cox: GO AWAY!
Molly: Wow, you kinda harmonized on that. That was cool.
Molly: Turk, I heard your conflict with Dr. Cox escalated? You know, he's already starting to look like the breakout character of my case study? The one that people love to hate?
Carla: Ugh.
Molly: Anyway, in my opinion, it is more effective to address the situation than it is to become self-destructive by over-indulging a sweet tooth.
Turk: She's right.
Carla: You don't have that cookie, we're getting a divorce.
Turk: But baby, I'm not hungry now.
Carla: Eat. It.
Dr. Cox: Mr. Roman, ga-reat news!
Mr. Roman: I don't need surgery! Yeah, Dr. Turk just told me!
Turk: Yeah, you shoulda seen him! He was so happy, he started dancing! Not standing up, but while lying in his bed. It was sort of like buh-buh-buh from like the waist up?
Dr. Cox: You stole my moment. And you will pay.
Molly: Anyway, this morning Dr. Kelso told me that since psychiatrists are the Wal-Mart greeters of medicine that I need to start publishing a paper to earn my keep. So I'm gonna do this study about conflict resolution between hospital personnel, and I was wondering if I could observe you?
Dr. Cox: Look, "Doctor," us real doctors are here to work, so there's not a whole lot of conflict. Now, my day is already bad enough on account of I gotta tell Mr. Roman that he- that... Oh, my God. Mr. Roman doesn't need to have surgery. I ne-hever get to give good news!
Molly: Subject elongates words when excited!
J.D.: Wait, so, if we're both gonna be chief residents, why didn't you just say that from the beginning?
Dr. Cox: What, and miss your hall of fame hissy? Not on your life.
