J.D.: Do you think I've damaged ligaments?
Dr. Cox: I don't care. Now, can I count on you to never drop by here again? Or shall I just move?
J.D.: Oh, you can't leave a place with this much warmth. I especially love this shelf filled with photos of your friends and family.
J.D.: [v.o.] Okay, if he comes at you, just try and roll out the door.
Dr. Cox: Well, actually, you have a point. I guess watching the game by yourself with a Scotch isn't really the only way to watch a game, huh? I don't know. It's just that I've always thought of needing people as a sign of weakness.
J.D.: It's not.
Dr. Cox: Well, then... Would you stay and watch the game with me? Maybe have a slice of pizza?
J.D.: Of course I will.
Dr. Cox: I can braid your hair. No, I know the couch isn't very deep, but we could move the back cushion and spoon.
[A group of men enter the apartment and wave to Dr. Cox]
Dr. Cox: Hey, you guys, what do you say? Beer and chips in the back. Just ignore them. And will you tell me the answer to this question. Do you want to be the big spoon or the little spoon?