Elliot: I can't remember. I am so sorry.
Dr. Cox: Sorry? What in the hell are you sorry about?
Elliot: Well, it's just Dr. Kelso yells at us when we don't know-
Dr. Cox: Oh, children, you can't let that bloated bag of hate affect you like that. And besides being a doctor is as much about finding the answers as knowing them. For instance, take Clarabelle's patient here, Mr. Yeager. Now, we have no idea what the hell's wrong with him. So we have run tests for everything from meningitis to inter-cranial mass and according to these results, oh, everything seems to have come back negative. Which doesn't necessarily mean that Clarabelle here is a failure. It just means that she's got to keep trying, no matter how frustrated she just might get. Now, of course, if you are lazy and incompetent, then, yes, that will buy you a one-way ticket out of here. Doug. Uh-huh. Listen to me carefully. Kelso can't do a damn thing to you if you just answer a question wrong. It doesn't work that way. Moving on. [to J.D.] Not you. You still have work to do. Johnny No-Tan?
Doug: Yes, sir?
Dr. Cox: I'd like you to present the next patient to me.