Barbie! Give my ex-wife here a physical, and don't be afraid of that third eye on her chest. Just remember, it's just as scared of you as you are of it.
Despite the fact that tomorrow you will be a resident, you'll still be the excitable girl that you are now. The only difference will be that some new intern will mistake you for somebody who actually knows something.
Congratulations. Your DiMaggio-like streak for saying nothing even remotely interesting is still alive and well.
— Dr Cox.
— And there you are.
— Excuse me?
— I was wondering if there's anything that could push my headache into a full-blown migraine. And there you are.
— That was what I said this morning.
— Yeah, it sounded familiar.
— Don't do that annoying thing.
— What annoying thing?
— When you talk.
— Come on.
— Does that not drive you crazy?
— You get used to it.
— I mean, did you even wonder why I told you to do your own evaluation?
— I can't think of a safe answer, I just...
— Clam up! I wanted you to think about yourself. And I mean really think. What are you good at? What do you suck at? I wanted it down on paper, not so I could see it, or anybody else, but so that you could see it. Ultimately, you don't have to answer to me, or to Kelso, you don't even have to answer to your patients, for God's sake. You only have to answer to one guy, Newbie, and that's you!
— Hey, Newbie. This thing actually does matter, so were you completely honest with yourself?
— Yeah.
— Say it right into the camera, hotshot. Now you can have this thing back any time you want. You're gonna have to bark like a dog, though.
— I'm not gonna bark like...
— It's your call.
— Woof.
— Good boy.
Are you on call tonight or will you be busy fighting Superman? You look like Lex Luthor.
Jordan, this is my girlfriend, Julie. OK, that was a treat, wasn't it? Would you like me to call you a cab, or have the flying monkeys bring the broom around?
— There was one spot open in the study. I gave it to the rich guy because with the money he's donating, I can reopen the prenatal unit.
— What really bothers me is that you can look in there at John Morrison, a guy you essentially gave a death sentence to... and just not care.
— It's not my job to care, Perry.