J.D.: [v.o.] As for us, it was the end of our second year, and somehow each day had begun to feel the same. You see, after a while, your residency boils down to just a few things. Paperwork. The three prescriptions every patient gets.
Elliot: Give her acetaminophen for her headache, Restoril so she'll sleep, and Colace so she'll poop.
J.D.: [v.o.] Paperwork. Mind-numbing monotony. And, of course, paperwork.