Dr. Cox: Gumball, I honestly don't know what to do next.
Dr. Kelso: I do.
J.D.: [v.o.] Some phrases stink, no matter how the're said. They can be barked by a sworn enemy.
Janitor: Get the hell out of here!
J.D.: [v.o.] Or hissed by a jilted ex stealing a lamp.
Keith: Elliot, just get the hell out of here!
J.D.: [v.o.] Or even plainly stated in a veteran doctor's soothing tone.
Josephine: [high-pitched] Goodbye everybody, I'll see you tomorrow!
J.D.: [v.o.] Not her!
Dr. Kelso: Fellas, if his symptoms have subsided and you can't find an underlying cause, his insurance won't cover. You have to tell Mr. Hutnik to get the hell out of here.