Scrubs [Season 3]

Sometimes the moment you've waited for comes at the most inopportune time...

And at the end of the day, that's who you want. The guy who shows up when you need him, without having to ask.

I mean, when my dad's not asking the maid for a neck-rub, he's telling me if I'm going to get emotional, I should do it in a closet because no one likes to see a hysterical woman.

But here's the point. You might find out that thing you hate so much, is the very same thing you miss when it's gone.

Carla, if one more annoying thing comes my way, extract that extra air out of Barbie's head and inject it right into my veins.

Expect the unexpected and you will never be surprised.

You can never underestimate the importance of listening.

But in the end, the most important thing to accept, is that no matter how alone you feel, how painful it may be, with the help of those around you, you'll get through this too.

Good God, there are just so very many ways for me to say this to you. Never, not in a million years, absolutely not, no way Jose, no chance Lance, nyet, negatory. And my own personal favourite of all time, man falling off a cliff.

It's a mystery how one woman can drive you crazy over and over again.

We are all going to die someday. For the lucky few of us it'll be nice and fast. But for most of us it'll be just as long and slow and painful as a conversation with you.

— Laverne, what would you give me if I get this jellybean in your cleavage?
— A concussion.

I guess, in the end, things seldom work out exactly the way you expect. Sometimes fate is on your side. Other times, you've kind of sealed your own fate. You have to trust that whatever's supposed to happen will happen. Somehow you always seem to end up with the person you're meant to be with.

You can't make me feel guilty for asking for help. That's just the way the world works. Most people actually like helping out the people around them.

But more often than not, the answers we've been looking for have been inside us all along.

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!»