Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You gonna cry about it?

J. D: Around here, you can be thrown into the mix at a moment's notice.

I could do that, or...

(GRUNTS) See? I can't breathe.

J. D: You just have to hope you're up to the task at hand.

Correct. Everyone else, stare into my eyes

he's never gonna change it. I wish I could help.

Oh, okay. Cool.

they're no longer my problem anymore.

I wanted you to witness this.

What about you, Legacy? Got anything?

J. D: And if you're smart enough, everyone can learn something.

Newbie. Little help here, please. Let's go.

Oh, stop it, Turk. It's me.

Like, "Hey, boys, come watch me build a deck."

I'm in. I'm in. I gotta see this sports grass in person.

More than horses love rainbows.

I really don't wanna do Dr. Mahoney's dirty work for her.

Dr. Dorian, do you have a second?

and almost no beard.

Oh, thank God. I thought I was late for Dr. Cox's class.

tell me the thickest layers in the walls of veins.

Your parents' money would be better stuffed into garbage bags,

If they could talk, they would be so very wise.

I got shot by a 12-year-old at a petting zoo.

- Gurney. - What?

That seems excessive. But okay. What was the lecture on?

I don't remember, Drew. It was 20 minutes ago.

J. D: Speak of the devil.

"I already have Dr. Bradley all up in my business."

packed into a rocket and shot into the sun.

(J.D. WHOOPING)