Scrubs [Season 2, Episode 2]

I like you... again. There. You win. You can do your victory dance or slaughter a goat, or whatever it is you do when you're happy.

Sometimes just making a decision is half the battle.

It's impossible to actually lie next to Jordan seeing as she sleeps hanging upside down from the ceiling wrapped in a cocoon of her own wings.

Cos, you see, for me, sez is a sport, like racquetball. Play hard for half an hour, work up a sweat, — and hope you don't get hit in the eye.

— What are you doing in here?
— I owe you. I'm helping you out.
— This isn't like being a janitor. It's not something everybody can do.
— Oh, so you can do my stuff, but I can't do yours?
— Yes!
— OK, hotshot, what would you use to get a coffee stain off a tiled floor?
— I don't know. The rough side of a sponge?
— Damn it.

— Good job, DJ.
— You know, it's JD, OK? At least I remember the names of all my sezual partners.
— I'm sure that girl from high school and your bunkmate from Camp Morning Wood are both extremely grateful. Yeah.
— Camp Meadow Wood. I made a lanyard.

— Jordan! What a coincidence! You were in my dream. I can't say for certain, but I was having the flesh torn from my bones by a cross-eyed water snake. You, right?
— Yes.
— Right?
— Yeah.