I was so mad at Elliot I couldn't sleep last night. Also, Danni snores like a gutted wild boar. But mostly it was the Elliot thing.

— Son, do you think I got to be Chief of Medicine by being late?
— Noooo, Bobbo, you got there by backstabbing and ass-kissing.
— Maybe so, but I started those things properly at eight!

— But if you have any questions at all, I'm here.
— What channel is that Queer Guy show on?
— Tell him.
— Bravo, Tuesdays at ten, nine Central, eight Mountain.

— Love is like a butterfly. Hold it too tight and you'll crush it.
— Too loose and it flies away.

If there is one thing I've learned at this hospital, it's that you should never antagonize your boss or the people that make the food, because either way you end up eating poo. Hear it, learn it, live it. Huh?

Oh, god? My brilliance is now becoming a bit of a burden. Get back to me.

— Quick, first place we made love?
— Give me a break. We've never «made love».

It's amazing how your world can change in an instant.

Okay! Here's the tour: This is where the patients enter, upstairs is where they go to die, and down in the basement is where we slide their cold, dead bodies into the wall. Oh, and that's the gift shop.

It's a riddle. Two guys destroyed your bike with a crowbar and a bat. One of 'em wasn't me.

Because no one understands how important sex is better than someone who isn't having it.

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.

Oh, and Perry, I know I asked you to be more sensitive when we do it, but I was hoping you wouldn't curse as much. I mean, to actually cry during sex, what's that about?

Percival Cox: — After shooting my mouth off the other night, I've been feeling a lot of...
Jordan: — Guilt.
Percival Cox: — No. Not that.
John Dorian: — Guilt?
Percival Cox: — Yes, that. I don't like her to be right.

When you see someone you used to date, you find them annoying, or enough time has passed that you've idealised them.

— You've got something on your face.
— What?
— The love of my life.