J.D.: Dr. Cox, about Will.
Dr. Cox: Not now! I've a 10-minute break and my soap is on. [to Doug] Hey, Skeech, if you do go ahead and change the channels, I swear I'll suture your hands together.
J.D.: Right. So with Will-
Dr. Cox: Oh, this woman is just fantastic. I mean, the breasts are probably fake but by God, those tears are real.
J.D.: [v.o.] Time for a bold move.
[After J.D. turns off the TV, Dr. Cox snorts like a wild animal]
J.D.: I need to know how we are gonna fix this thing with Will?
Dr. Cox: Do you know what you've just done? You just lost all lapdog privileges.
J.D.: Excuse me?
Dr. Cox: No more walkies, no more treats, no more following me around the hospital.
J.D.: [scoffs] I'm not your lapdog.
Dr. Cox: Hey, you back there. What do we do with lapdogs who can't behave in the house?
Doug: Make them stay outside?
Dr. Cox: That's right. You now have five seconds to get out of this room, otherwise I'm gonna start whacking you on the nose with this. [J.D. laughs] Don't laugh, this isn't a joke, Newbie. Get out.
J.D.: But I was thinking-
Dr. Cox: [throws paper] Go! [to Doug] What do you want to watch there, Captain Courage?
Doug: Days of our Lives?
Dr. Cox: Attaboy.