J.D.: [v.o.] Elliot and Carla enjoyed the common practice of dividing up the stuff left behind when patient dies.
Elliot: Score! Ha, I'm going to have Keith give me these later in front of people.
Carla: Look, I can use this ratty thing to turn Turk off when I'm not in the mood.
[After a toilet flush is heard, an elderly woman emerges from the bathroom]
Elliot: Oh my God! Mrs. Travis, we are so sorry, we thought that you were dead.