Hey, you're black, right?
Turk
Here we go.
I hate that stereotype that black people all yell at movie screens, y'know? Like you go to see a horror flick and you'd be yelling like, "Don't go in there, girl! He behind the do'!" Y'know? It's like... it's offensive.
Turk
You wish you were allowed to yell at the screen, don't ya?
...Why does she go in there?! I mean, he's behind the do'!
Turk
Tonight, I'm gonna make her a nice dinner, then I'm gonna put the ring in her champagne glass.
You might as well put it in her cham-lame glass.
Turk
Okay, Mr. Know-It-All, what would you do?
Okay, first you gotta get, like, 50 candles, right?
Turk
Mm-hmm?
You spread 'em all over the room with some rose petals....
Turk
That's right, because the roses are beautiful, and they make the room smell amazing.
Like a meadow in springtime.
Turk
Mmm.
[Carla comes in]
What are you guys talking about?
Turk
Nothing; guy talk!
I still can't believe I power-walked butt-naked through the halls of the hospital last night!
Turk
My man, I know that wasn't you.
Turk
I'm not really proud of this, but I can pick your puff'n'stuff out of a lineup.
Oh, it changed since you saw it. It got a haircut.
I decided to take Jamie out on a date.
Turk
You know, Tasty Coma Wife?
Nice job there, Hooch. I tell you what: You give me some prep time, and I'll rig it so the husband can come with you. Honest to God, I'll have him sitting right next to you. Whaddaya say?
[In J.D.'s fantasy, Mr. Moyer appears from over his shoulder]
MMr. Moyer
I'm free, and I love Italian.
[cuts back to reality]
I can't believe you, Bambi!
Turk
She's so right, man.
Oh, Rin Tin Tin Tin Tin...
SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP AND SHUT UP, OK?! Who are you people to give me advice about anything?! All you do is just bitch about your relationships all day long! [to Dr. Cox] And you know what, glare all you want, big dog, okay? 'Cause I'm not afraid of you. [mimicking Cox] "Oh no! Jordan's only paying attention to the baby!" That must be so hard for "Dr. Look-At-Me", isn't it? "LOOK AT ME!" [to Turk and Carla] And you two? What, you're arguing since you got engaged? Wow, you're probably the first couple that's ever done that ever. It can't be that you're just scared, is it? [to Elliot] And you! Y-you know what, let's just — let's just forget for one second, that a month ago you told me you couldn't be in a relationship with anyone, because, for me, it's actually fun to watch you sabotage a relationship from the outside, it really is. [to everyone] Honestly, the only thing that gives me comfort, you guys, is that while I'm sitting at home, staring at the ceiling, just wishing that I had someone to talk to, is knowing that none of you idiots realize how lucky you are!
[He storms out. Laverne walks in]
Did I miss something good?
Oh my God! She has a tattoo of a teardrop on her bajingo! Is it sad?
Her vagina, Elliot. She has a tattoo on her beautiful vagina.
[Turk walks in]
Turk
This just isn't fair, not fair at all it's ridiculous! [storms off, Elliot follows him]
[looking at the picture] It does look a little sad. They always do.
Turk
If Tyra Banks drove her car over my mom then offered to have sex with me, I'd have to dial 911 in the nude because my pants would already be off.
That's sweet—while your mother lays there dying!
Turk
[to J.D.] Tell her.
His mom doesn't die. Tyra uses her connections in the supermodel world to get government scientists to put Turk's mom's brain into Heidi Klum's body. She falls in love with me, we all move in together.
Turk
It'd be awkward at first, but I'd make it work... because I love my mom.
Mmm... and I would love her too!
[Turk and Carla are at a cake store, in search of one for their wedding.]
Turk
What's up with the white people on top?
Turk, they don't have tiny plastic interracial couples.
BBaker
I'll just color it in with some chocolate frosting.
Turk
Oh, that's a great idea. Put 'em in blackface.
Turk
What? [To baker] While you're at it, why don't you put a string in the back of him, so when you pull it he sings "Mammy"!
[The baker walks off to the back of his shop.]
Turk
Where're you going?! To the back of the bakery where you keep all the other colored cakes? I'ma call Jesse! And we gonna march on your ass!
[J.D. is asking people at the hospital if they've ever unintentionally killed a patient]
Turk
Remember my first year, Mr. Quinn?
Mrs. Kahn, my second year.
DDoug
Mr. Studabaker, forty minutes into my first day.
I've been a doctor for thirty years. What do you think?
DDoug
On my third day there was Mr. Kirschner.
Jenny Roth about eight weeks ago. It was really tough, because she was hot.
DDoug
Then later that third day... [his beeper goes off] Oh boy, that can't be good.
No, newbie, I've not killed. But I happen to be, as always, the exception that proves the rule. So right about now you gotta be asking yourself: do you think you're that good?
Mr. Corman is contending that the shoulder surgery he received ruined his tennis serve. I'm going to start by asking Dr. Turk if his diabetes could have affected his performance in any way.
[to Turk] You're a diabetic?
Turk
Yes. I told you that.
I thought you were joking!
Turk
How is that funny?
Well, it's a very serious disease, and I don't like you!
(to a cafeteria worker) Do you have chocolate cake today?
Oh. Isn't that just the pickle on the giant crap sandwich that is my day!
Turk
Elliot, relax; I never get chocolate cake.
Oh, right, 'cause you're diabetic. Boo-hoo! You know what, Turk, if you want sympathy, get a disease people can see!