J.D.: [v.o.] And the janitor was killing time the way he always does. [flatlines]
Dr. Kelso: Crash cart to bed 3, stat!
[As Dr. Kelso approaches the patient, he sits up in bed and laughs]
Janitor: Ha, ha, ha. We gotcha! He's not really dying. I made a device that makes the sound of a flatline. It also makes that Beep-Beep sound of a truck backing up, I use that on people who are sensitive about their weight!
Dr. Kelso: I'm sure it's a blast. [walks away] Okay, i put on a few, but my son's new fiancee, Kenny, owns a Cinnabon franchise, what the hell am I supposed to do?