J.D.: Hey, Dr. Cox, I'm sorry. I was frustrated before, so now I'm here, why don't you go ahead and tell me what I forgot?
Dr. Cox: Can I? Really?
J.D.: Sure. Hit me.
Dr. Cox: How about go to hell, Shakira?
J.D.: What?
Dr. Cox: What? Now you've decided you're ready to listen, how does it work? You gonna pull a string on my back? Well, step right up and give it a tug. But I bet it keeps coming up, "Go to hell, Shakira."
J.D.: Why do you always have to be like that? You know, I try harder than anyone in this place and you never give me any credit.
Dr. Cox: Now, you listen to me, Newbie. I'm not doing this because I get my jollies being your mentor, and I'm damn sure not doing it so years from now I can say, "Boy, I knew him when." I'm doing it because if I don't, people would die.
J.D.: Thanks for your help.