Dr. Cox: There really is only one way to end this.
Janitor: We each ingest a cyanide capsule. On three. One, two, three.
Dr. Cox: No. What are you doing?
Janitor: Mine's a Skittle.
Dr. Cox: Mine, too?
Janitor: Sure.
Dr. Cox: Get out of here. Look, there really is only one way to end this so that we both come out alive. We've got to page him.
[later: Dr. Kelso cuts through the drywall that the Janitor placed where the door used to be, the steps over it]
Dr. Kelso: You. Get the hell out of here before I charge you for every cashew you've pilfred from the mini-bar. And you, stop eating the potpourri and get back to work.