[After Dr. Cox turns off the TV, all the residents groan]
Dr. Cox: Fine. I'm gonna go ahead and tell you how it ends: Dr. Phil says, "And how is that working out for you?" And the big fat lady cries, "Wah." All right, I'm sure you're wondering why I accepted the position of residency director considering my disdain for... well, all of you. Is it the extra four dollars a week in my paycheck? Or is it the fact that I finally have a chance to make a difference in this God-forsaken hell-hole. It's all about the four dollars, trust me. And seeing as my money is contingent on you lemmings actually doing your jobs, I would say that now is a pretty good time for you to scurry on back to work so that I can continue to afford the antidepressants that keep me so damn jolly. [high-pitched laugh] Go! Say, Angela.
J.D.: Oh, I think he means me, Angela.