J.D.: So, Mrs. Carter, it turns out your fever was just a reaction to the anesthetic we gave you during your cataract surgery. I'm sending you home.
Mrs. Carter: Can I drive my trans-am?
J.D.: That's not up to me, Mrs. Carter. It's up to the police and the owner of those horses you killed.
Mrs. Carter: Oh, they were everywhere!
J.D.: You were on a race-track, Mrs. Carter.