Elliot: J.D., you up for some coffee?
J.D.: I can't. I've almost got Mrs. Kasuba's condition figured out.
Janitor: Hey, I'll, uh, join you for a cup of mud.
Elliot: Great. Meet me downstairs in five minutes.
Janitor: I'll be there. Just let me wash this, uh, glue off my hands.
J.D.: What was he gluing? [lifts hands and finds the keyboard is stuck to them] Not again.