J.D.: [v.o.] I don't get it. If he's the jerk, then who's the good guy? [pager beeps]
Carla: Car accident. Crashed on the way up.
Dr. Cox: You gotta relieve the pressure on his chest. J.D., do it.
J.D.: [v.o.] Oh, God, no.
Dr. Cox: Look at me. You can do this.
J.D.: [v.o.] And I believed him. [high-pitched, out loud] Chest tube tray. [v.o.] You know, kind of.
Dr. Cox: Come on, baby, let's go. Chop. Chop.
J.D.: [v.o.] You can do this. You have to do this.
Dr. Cox: J.D., cut him or lose him.
J.D.: Okay, give me the tube. I can't get through the pleura.
Dr. Cox: Well, don't be gentle, get it in there.
J.D.: Okay, connect it, please, Carla.
Carla: Normal rhythm.
J.D.: No way!
Dr. Cox: See, it's a piece of cake. It's your patient.
J.D.: You're leaving?
Dr. Cox: That's your patient, doctor.
[Dr. Cox goes to pat J.D. on the shoulder and thinks the better of it]