My New Friend's Old Friend

Elliot: It just feels like you guys are part of some sort of gang or something.
J.D.: Elliot, you're over-reacting. We're not some kind of gang, okay?
Elliot: Okay.
J.D.: Wolverines, let's roll! *J.D., Turk and Carla ride off on their scooters together*

J.D. When you get back from surgury Mrs. Grodberg we'll play Scrabble again, and this time I'll beat you!
Kelso: Well of coarse you'll beat her son, she's having half her brain removed!

Dr. Cox: Do you want me to give you my things-I-don't-care-about speech again? Because, you know, I've updated it to include all white guys who add "izzle" to anything.
J.D.: I agrizzle, my nizzle.

J.D.: Ah, Malik. Lots of memories in that old car.
Carla: Of what?
J.D.: Driving, mostly.

Molly: This is a really windy hospital.
Janitor: Oh, I'm sorry. I was, er, drying up a patient's urine.

Elliott: Who's Johnny?
Molly: You know, he's a resident? He's got gelled up hair and he and his friends are in a motorcycle gang?
Elliott: I knew it!