- Why don't you take your blah-blah to the blah-blah-ologist?!?! (Dr. Cox)
- Hooch is crazy. (Turk and JD)
- Heeeyy, it's waffle time, waffle time, won't you have some waffles of mine?! (JD)
- Gotta go, boob horn. (Dr. Kelso)
- I love this moment so much I want to have sex with it. (Dr. Cox)
- I love this moment so much, I'd cheat on that moment from before, marry this one and raise a family of tiny little moments. (Dr. Cox)
- It's a Mexican themed fiesta on the first anniversary of my 29th birthday. That means I'm turning thirty. Donde? 56 Walnut Drive. Cuando? Thank you for asking, ocho-thirty until upside down question mark. Sombreros at the door. (JD)
- Yes, I'm a janitor so I couldn't think of the word 'sad.' I was going to say I feel so 'mop.' (Janitor)
- Let's make cancer feel foolish. (Janitor impersonating the Chief of Medicine)
- Just tell him how you feel without sounding like a girl...I miss you so much it hurts sometimes!" (JD)
- What in the name of Are You there God, It's Me Margaret, were you thinking? (Dr.Cox)
- Before Izzy was born, if I saw a half-eaten meatball sub in the trash you better believe I would dust that bad boy off and go to town on it! But now, I'm not risking my health eating trash-food. I mean, unless it's a corn dog. (Turk)
- I mega-loathe you all. (Dr. Cox)
- [Guessing what award Dr. Kelso won] Jerk-Off of the Year. No, Bastard of the Year! Uh, don't you tell me! Guy I Despise So Much, I'd Pay Someone To Kill Ya and Stuff Ya and Leave Ya by my Bed, So That When I Wake Up in the Morning, I Could Roll Over and Punch You in the Face...of the Year. (Dr. Cox)
- You think my name is Turk Turkleton? (Turk)
- MUST...RUB...SOMETHING..IN..SOMEONE'S FACE...How's that coma working out for ya, buddy? (Dr. Cox)
mar 23 2010 ∞
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