In the unreal world of Sacred Heart Hospital, intern John "J.D." Dorian learns the ways of medicine, friendship and life.
Bob, now when the dark prince does finally call you home, please... Promise me that you'll donate your body to science. And I don't... mean medical science, I mean NASA. Because when those buzz-cuts have all but given up on trying to figure out... Just exactly what a black hole is, and they get one look at that space where your heart was supposed to be... well by-gum, you know they're just gonna say: «Awwww, shucks! hat's what it is!»
I don't know if you're sucking up to me or making a pass at me... But I say you skip it and we continuein our state of mutual disdain.
Hey, champ! What has two thumbs and doesn't give a crap? Bob Kelso. How ya doin'.
Carla, if your wedding ceremony's gonna be in Spanish, then how will I know that you're officially married?
— I got two minutes left on my break, how long is this surgery gonna take?
— Carla, cut the guy some slack. Surgery is not as easy as it looks. I mean, he's gotta make the incision, cut the wrong artery... Panic, collapse into a ball of tears in the corner,
and after all that he's gotta go wash up... Check the board, and find out who he'll be killing after lunch. It's... a grind.
