J.D.: Who are the flowers for?
Janitor: My girlfriend.
J.D.: You have a girlfriend?
Janitor: Just 'cause I'm a janitor means no woman could possibly be attracted to me?
J.D.: No.
J.D.: [v.o.] Yes.
Janitor: There she is, right down there.
J.D.: Really? What's her name?
Janitor: Lady.
J.D.: Lady?
Janitor: You don't believe me?
J.D.: Well, let's just say you've lied to me before.
Janitor: Watch this. Hey, Lady! Stay there. Don't- Don't come down here. I'll get these to you later. Your witness.