J.D.: And it's our dad, and he's ranting and raving because he's an office supply salesman and he can't find a paper clip in the entire house. Dan: Meanwhile, he gets to work the next morning, and he realises he's got a million of 'em in the trunk of his car.
Carla: It's impossible to get a doctor to go see a doctor. Molly: I'm on it. (In the men's room. Turk is posing with an Afro drawn on the mirror) Turk: Excuse me...did somebody say they're lookin' for the baaaaddest detective in town? Molly: Awesome afro. I'm sorry to barge in on you, BUT I'm a little rusty on the medicine side and I was wondering if you could help me. See, I have this patient, constantly tired, always peeing, losing weight. Turk: You should have him checked out, he might have diabetes. (They exchange glances) Turk: ...oh.