In the unreal world of Sacred Heart Hospital, intern John "J.D." Dorian learns the ways of medicine, friendship and life.
Hey, Anderson, before I retired, we never got to have a heart-to-heart. I'm not really a touchy-feely type, but, well, hell, I'll just say it. You're a jackass.
— Now, since the rest of your brains are so tiny, from now on I'll speak like a caveman. You. Baddoctors. Me. Good doctor. You follow. Patient. Iron high. Heart swollen big. You. What make sick?
— Could it be hemochromatosis?
— Correct. Rounds over. You go.
— Look, you and I are alike in a lot of ways.
— We both harbor an internal struggle between the desire to do good and the urge to become a master criminal.
— We don't.
— We do.