J.D.: [v.o.] Come on, you've done this to cadavers before, so this guy's alive. Just poke it through his skin. Poke it through. Now!
Dr. Cox: [whistles] Time's up. Carla, will you do it for him? I'm also gonna need an AVG.
J.D.: Why are you telling her?
Dr. Cox: Shut up and watch.
Carla: Be nice to Bambi.
Dr. Cox: Why has this gomer got to try and die every day during my lunch?
J.D.: That's a little insensitive. [thunder clap; v.o.:] Mistake.
Dr. Cox: The man's 92 years old. He has full-blown dementia. He doesn't even know we're here. He is inches from Carla's rack and he hasn't even flinched.
Carla: Aw, that is so sweet.
Dr. Cox: Yeah, it is.
J.D.: What about his subconscious?
Dr. Cox: [to the patient] Eisenhower was a sissy. I think by the grace of God, we're gonna be okay. Oh, and from now on, whenever I'm in the room, you're definitely not allowed to talk.