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Dr. Christopher "Chris" Duncan Turk
Dr. Percival "Perry" Cox
Nurse Carla Espinosa
Dr. Robert "Bob" Kelso
Dr. Elliot Reid
Nurse Laverne Roberts
This is the only episode the Janitor does not appear in.
The yellow can that Turk has on his tray in the cafeteria is "Cocio" (A danish chocolate drink).
In the scene where Elliot is talking to Ted, the mug holding the pencils is labelled Plomox, which was the drug that Julie promoted in an earlier episode.
"Under Pressure" by Queen and David Bowie (Final scene)
"Mark the Orderly" was last seen in episode 2.05 "My New Coat" as one of the surgeons Turk high-fives.
In fact, he is later credited in season 4 as 'Fig-Sack' the surgeon, when he asks Turk if he wants to play some basketball.
That actor is also often used as Turk's stand in for the show.
When Dr Cox holds up both of the clipboards one clearly has a WHITE label and the other has a BLUE label. Dr Cox throws the one with the blue label to Dr Dorian. When the scene cuts back to Dr Cox, he has the one with the blue label. It then cuts back to Dr Dorian and he also has the one with the blue label. Where did the WHITE label clipboard go?
Turk: Baby, maybe it's something you need to work on, that's all?
Carla: Sweetie, I promise you, I will never, ever, tell you what to do ever again.
Turk: Yeah, you will. But with me, it's okay, because I love you. Besides, I barely listen, anyway!
Carla: Jordan was right about me. I'm insecure, and I judge people to cover up for it. I mean, even right now, all I can think about is to tell you that you're a surgeon now, and if you want to be taken seriously you have to start acting like an adult.
Turk: And you had to say all of that?
Carla: Well, you have a habit of not listening to things unless people spell them out for you! Oh, my God, I can't stop!
Turk(about Rowdy): You know what? We're just gonna have to get him fixed. Good news is, he doesn't need to go to a vet - 'cause we could just pop these things right off!
Elliot: You know what, Mr. Bragen? I figured something out.
Mr. Bragen: That damn nurse broke my bed.
Elliot: That's just it - you blame everyone else for anything that goes wrong in your life. Like this. The nurse didn't break your bed, you just press this button... All right, it is broken. The point is, if you hate your job, maybe you need to switch careers; if you can't get into a relationship, maybe you have problems with commitment, huh? And I know that I'm right, 'cause I'm the exact same way: I blame my parents for not preparing me for the real world, I blame this hospital for taking up all of my time; I'm even blaming you for jeopardizing my future! But, you know what? It's time for me to grow up and start holding myself accountable. And I'm doing it.
Mr. Bragen: Good for you!
Elliot: You're, um, still suing me, aren't you.
Mr. Bragen: Yeah. But I feel like now you'll be able to handle it!
J.D.: Why do you always have to be like that? You know that I try harder than anyone in this place, and you never give me any credit!
Dr. Cox: Now, you listen to me, Newbie. I'm not doing this because I get my jollies off of being your mentor; and I'm damn sure not doing it so that years from now I can say, "Boy, I knew him when." I'm doing it because if I don't, people would die.
J.D.: Thanks for your help.
Turk: I think you should just go in there and apologize to her.
Carla: No! I didn't say anything that wasn't true!
Dr. Kelso: Ah! New drapes. They're awful!
Elliot: Dr. Kelso, why does everything keep happening to me?
Dr. Kelso: Take a breath, Dr. Reid. In, and out; that's it. That's it. Now, you went to four year of college, and four years of medical school, so I can safely presume that you are at least eight. My God, little girl, grow up and say "how do" to the world of modern medicine! My God! I've been sued four times!
Ted from behind Dr. Kelso holds up ten fingers.
Ted: Now, uh, you haven't discussed the lawsuit with Mr. Bragen, have you?
Elliot: A lawsuit!?
Elliot: It, uh, it sort of came up, yeah.
Ted: Oh, God! Tell me you didn't antagonize him!
Elliot: So, sue me!
Ted: Or admit fault!?
Elliot: That is totally my fault!
Ted: Oh, come on! A good lawyer couldn't win this case!
Ted: Look, I-I don't get a lot of women in here. What's your honest opinion of these drapes?
Elliot: W-They're fine, Ted., But, I'm getting sued!
Ted: You're right. You're right, you're right. Now, by "fine,"-
Lawyer: Okay, um, just time to calm down, now.
Elliot: I'm fine.
Ted: Actually, I was talking to myself.
Dr. Cox: What in the hell is going on in here?
OB-GYN: The Amnio triggered premature labor.
Dr. Cox: Excuse me, she's only twenty-four weeks. Jordan, cut it out right now!
Jordan: Is he yelling at me?
OB-GYN: Yes, he is. I'm gonna give you a shot of Terbutaline.
Jordan: And you know what else? He said I had a fat ass before.
Dr. Cox: The nice kind?
J.D.: Can you put a rush on this autopsy? I gotta figure this out... You got some crumbs in his hair.
Dr. Cox: Now, as far as your patient's concerned, well, Newbie, I'm afraid you forgot one very important thing.
J.D.'s Narration: For whatever reason, I was finally fed up.
J.D.: You know what, I've been working my ass off here for the last year and a half, and the last thing I need is another one of your condescending, never-ending speeches where you spoon-feed me some giant lesson and call me a girl's name.
Dr. Cox: Well, then, have it your way, there, Carol. 'Cause I'm out.
J.D.: Hey, Dr. Cox! You'll be happy to know that I did everything for my patient that you did for yours.
Dr. Cox: Oh, my God; I care so little, I almost passed out!
Carla: It's okay, relax. I told him how I felt, he listened, and nobody got hurt! It's fine!
Jordan: Yeah, which one of you two's been messing with my business?
Ted: Dr. Reid, I need to talk to you about your patient, Mr. Bragen.
Elliot: Isn't it great! He's cancer-free!
Ted: Yay... He's suing you for malpractice.
J.D.: Thanks for starting the Solumedrol on my TTP patient. And, Laverne, I'm sorry I'm being such a pain about this guy, it's just that Dr. Cox and I have this little competition going... and I know that probably seems insensitive to you...
Laverne: Sweetheart, you don't have to explain yourself to me. But you'd better get your story straight when you come face to face with Jesus.
Elliot: Come on, you're just a little dehydrated from the chemo. Plus, there are no signs whatsoever of your pancreatic cancer! You should be ecstatic! I mean, nine months ago, I told you you only had eight months to live, remember?
Mr. Bragen: I vaguely recall that.
Elliot: Yeah, of course you do. That is totally my fault! Who knew we could cure cancer!
Elliot: Mr. Bragen, it is so great to see you back in the hospital!
Mr. Bragen: Woo-hoo! I've got a tube in my penis.
Carla: Listen, um... We just think that getting back with Jordan might be a mistake. You guys just don't seem to... What am I trying to say, Baby?
Turk: I dunno.
Carla: You just don't connect the way a couple should. Do you know what I mean?
Dr. Cox: That pretty much the way you feel about it, there, Ghandi?
Turk: I dunno!
Dr. Cox: Interesting.
Turk: Yeah, Baby, just walk right by him. Okay? Just walk right by him. I'm proud of you. I'm... I'm so proud of you!
Carla: Dr. Cox, hi!
Turk: Dammit, I said walk right by him!
J.D.: Please. I know all there is to know about thrombotic... thrombo... cyto-cytop-top-top-top...toppee-toppee-
Laverne: Thrombotic thrombocytopenic purpura.
Dr. Cox: I say we let Super Doc, here, take 'em.
J.D.: Oh, are you too busy eating sour grapes?
J.D.: I think patients are like snowflakes - no two are alike.
Laverne: All right, we've got two new admissions: Both male, both mid-forties, both with thrombotic thrombocytopenic purpura.
J.D.'s Narration: I bet that snowflake thing is bogus, too.
Elliot: Still, this whole thing is just as much her fault as it is my father's - neither one of them prepared me for this.
J.D.: Look, Elliot, my dad's an office supplies salesman. A bad one. So, things were a little different for me, growing up.
J.D.'s Dad: See, this is a bicycle bell. Now, you hold on to this, because I'm gonna give you a different part every year. Maybe after the party, we can take it out for a spin!
Little J.D.: Great.
J.D.'s Dad: 'Kay?
J.D.: Still waiting on that kick-stand.
Carla: Elliot, listen to me: You have to sit down and make a budget.
Elliot: You know, I called my mom today, to see if she could convince my dad to send some cash, right? She says I should try and think of this whole thing as some kind of opportunity, and then she hung up on me!
J.D.: Just like that?
Elliot: Well, I may have told her that she spends more money dying her roots than I do on groceries.
Carla: Look, Dr. Cox and I go way back - I just hate to see him setting himself up to get hurt like this. I'm gonna talk to him.
Turk: Here we go.
Carla: What? Where we go?
Turk: Sometimes you have a habit of telling other people how to live their lives, and... maybe, possibly, sometimes... people don't appreciate it that... A little.
Carla: Puh-lease! When do I ever get involved in people's personal business?
Carla: Why does he keep going back to her?
Turk: I don't know. Why do people keep marrying Larry King? The man looks like a frog.
Jordan: I hear wonder boy spanked your ass harder than I usually do.
Dr. Cox: Ahh, such a lucky fetus! Not another damn word.
Jordan: Yeah, I'll say whatever I want.
Dr. Cox: Oh, puh-lease explain medicine to me! Because, without you, I don't know what to do!
Dr. Kelso: Admitting it is the first step, Perry! Am I right, Ace?
J.D.: You are correct, sir! Haha-!
Dr. Cox: That's enough on that one - I think we've clearly exhausted it.
Dr. Cox: You know, Eunice, you never even woulda made that catch if you weren't such an all-purpose nerd, sitting home alone on a Saturday night, watching some medical special on TV!
J.D.: First of all, In your face, because it was Friday night; and secondly, I woulda made the catch regardless - you see, if you use your head and do some homework, medicine is just... it's basically science!
Nurse: Yeah. They're called breasts.
J.D.: I-I know... I'm a doctor.
Dr. Kelso: Brilliant! Necrotizing fasciitis! That's a one in a million diagnosis, son! One in a million!
J.D.: Bah, it's nothing, sir. Anyone coulda made that call.
Dr. Kelso: And yet, they didn't. The student becomes the teacher, eh, Perry? Haha... Warms my heart.
J.D.: Thank you, sir.
Dr. Kelso: I don't care about you, son; I'm trying to do something here! Rats! He broke my rhythm.
Dr. Cox: Look, Britney, recently I made the potentially fatal mistake of getting back together with my ex-wife who, angel that she is, is carrying the spawn of another man's seed. So, forgive me if I sound a tad irritable when I tell you, I don't care what piece of irrelevant drivel you picked off TV while you were snuggled up in your Holly Hobbie P.J.s.
J.D.: Anyhoo, point being, uh, they said it was very easy to confuse, uh, cellulitis with chompers... Chompers was the-the animated flesh-eating bacteria that-that narrated the special.
Elliot: Lately, I just feel like I'm drowning, you know?
J.D.: This pear is delicious!
Carla: How're you holding up, Hon?
Turk: Yoooooo! Talk about a 'deluxe apartment in the sky'! Elliot, it would really suck to lose this place... Then again, Elliot, this place is- Is that a jacuzzi on your deck?
J.D.'s Narration: Elliot's dad cut her off financially. Luckily, she's got friends to rally around her.
J.D.: You got any food?
Man returns Rowdy to J.D. and Turk's apartment
J.D.: I don't know why he always goes to your door. Do you have a stuffed cat?
J.D.: Nada. That's fourteen times we've done it to him, and not one laugh.
Dr. Cox: (entering) Doctor Walsh. (to J.D.) Murder She Wrote!
J.D. Ok fine, you caught me! I'm checking on my patient.
Dr. Cox How is that guy doin'?
Dr. Walsh (closing morgue drawer) Not great.
Dr. Walsh: Sorry kid, I didn't see anything unusual.
J.D.: Couldn't he have bled out, or had an MI?
Dr. Walsh: I don't know. I didn't look for any of those basic things, because I'm horrible at my job.
Dr. Cox: It was luck.
Dr. Cox: The thing that you forgot? Turns out, whatever you know about medicine, ultimately, luck or fate or God or... who knows what is always gonna end up playing a much bigger role in the whole thing than you and I ever will. Hell, it was lucky you were watching that show the other night. And it was unlucky that your patient went the other way, even though you did absolutely everything right; and, for the record, you did. I was looking over your shoulder every step of the way.
Dr. Cox: Wasn't a favor, Newbie. It was my job.
Mr. Bragen: I can't earn any money because my job seems trivial. I can't be in a relationship, because: what's the point? And you remember my father, who I haven't spoken to in fifteen years? Well guess who's coming over to watch the game on Saturday and tell me what a jerk I am!
Elliot: You asked me to estimate how much time you had!
Mr. Bragen: And you said I'd be dead by now!
Elliot: I was wrong! So sue me!
Mr. Bragen: I am!
Elliot: It was a figure of speech! And your father was right about you.
Mr. Bragen: Why don't you tell him yourself?
Mr. Bragen's Father: Heya, assface.
J.D.: Hey, Dr. Cox. I'm sorry, I was just so frustrated before. So, now, I'm here, why don't you go ahead and tell me what I forgot?
Dr. Cox: Can I? Really?
J.D.: Sure! Hit me.
Dr. Cox: How about: go to hell, Shakira.
Dr. Cox: What, now that you've decided you're ready to listen, how does it work, huh? You gonna pull a string on my back? Well, step right up and give it a tug. But, I'm warning you, I bet it keeps coming up "Go to hell, Shakira."
Turk: Carla has something she'd like to tell you. Carla?
Carla: I didn't mean to upset you. Even though everything I said was true and you know it.
Turk: Baby, that is a God-awful apology. That is just God-awful.
J.D.: How the hell did my patient die? I mean, you started Corticosteroids, I started Corticosteroids; you did plasmapheresis, I did plasmapheresis; you yelled at Mark the orderly, I yelled at Mark the orderly.
(They pass an orderly)
J.D.: Hey, Mark.
Orderly: "Hey, Mark!"
J.D.: See? He's pissed!
Dr. Cox: That's because his name is Frank.
Mr. Bragen: Dr. Reid, have you ever had to face your own mortality?
Elliot: Before senior prom, I tried to wax my own eyebrows, and took them both clean off. Fft! Yeah! And by that, I mean no. Never.
Mr. Bragen: Must have been a tough time for you, though.
Elliot: Ohhh, sure.
Elliot: It's just harder for me because I've always had everything. I got used to it. You guys never had to deal with that.
Carla: Yeah, we're lucky.
Dr. Cox: Yes, hello? Could we please get my hormonal, extremely annoying ex-wife's Amnio underway?
Jordan: Wow, I can't wait to write that down in the baby journal. Could you be a bigger ass right now?
Dr. Cox: Could you have a bigger ass right now?
J.D.: Uhhhh, actually, Dr. Cox, I was watching TV last night, and they had this special on flesh-eating bacteria...
Dr. Cox: Necrotizing fasciitis; yes?
J.D.: Yeah, I think they called it "flesh-eating bacteria" to sound more flashy - you know, hook in all the idiots.
Dr. Cox: Apparently it worked.
Jordan: Honey I know your type. It is so easy to see other people's problems from way up there on your pedestal, but you better be careful up there because if you fall off and have to walk around down here with the rest of us, I don't know you might catch a glimpse of yourself in a mirror or the surface of a pond, your boyfriends gigantic shiney head and trust me, you're not gonna like what you see.
Dr. Kelso: Hey Ace. Your TTP patient coded. I pronounced him.
J.D.: He died?
Dr. Kelso: I certianly hope so, otherwise that autopsy's gonna be a bitch.
Dr. Cox: Look who peeked in his shorts and found a pair. What are you feeling like you finally took on the old man in a game of one-on-one and kicked his ass? Well here's the news flash here, Skeetch, it was a fluke.
J.D.: Believe what you want to believe, I'll do it again.
Dr. Cox: Alright, fair enough. Here's your chance. Two identical patients, I say we divide them up, just like in "The Parent Trap", one goes with the sexy free-willing bachelor dad-hello. The other goes with a winey neurotic, sexually-repressed mom-oh, just you all over. Oh and I checked tonight's TV listings there is no special on that disease so you're gonna want to stop at the Blockbuster.
Original International Airdates:
Czech Republic: February 4, 2013 on Prima COOL
Title Explanation: "My Lucky Day" refers to the luck that J.D. got when he out-diagnosed Dr. Cox, but then got unlucky when his patient died.
The flashback with J.D.'s father was clearly shot on the set of John Ritter's current show at the time, 8 Simple Rules.
Dr. Kelso says that the diagnosis that JD made with Dr. Cox's patient is a one in a million diagnosis but two episodes before, Elliot's patient dies on the operating table from the same disease.
Although credited, Neil Flynn does not appear in this episode.
Alan Ruck was one of the stars of Bill Lawrence's Spin City. He is the second cast member of that show to appear on Scrubs.
In this episode we first learn Ted's (the lawyer) full name. It's Theodore Buckland. Mark Buckland is one of the producers on the show.
Murder, She Wrote
Murder, She Wrote was a murder-mystery TV series that ran from 1984 to 1996. The fact that this is one of the names Dr. Cox calls J.D. in this episode after his patient dies could be reference to a cynical but popular point that any time the protagonist Jessica Fletcher shows up anywhere, a murder occurs for her to solve.
Turk: saying "Talk about a deluxe apartment in the sky!" is is a reference to the theme-song of The Jeffersons, one of Turk's favorite shows.
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