Dr. Cox: Well, Jordan, why don't we just think of today as a test run?
J.D.: [v.o.] Other times, people react exactly how you think they will.
Jordan: Perry, the only way I could've felt more taken care of is if I were at a four-star resort, or a spa, or a Third World country where you have to boil your own sewage if you want something to drink. Oh, and by the way, giant, giant feather in your cap for how much power you wield here after 15 years!
Dr. Cox: Come on, come on, Jordan. I am so sorry everything fell apart today, honest to God I am. But I guarantee when you get here tomorrow, Dr. Gerson will, in fact, be in the super-deluxe birthing suite. So that you can go ahead and have that storybook, drug-addled, Pitocin-induced pregnancy you've always dreamed of ever since you were a little girl. But in the meantime, you gotta cut me a little slack. I mean, come on, it's not like I see the real father running around here busting his hump.
Jordan: Oh, that's nice. I'm going home.
Dr. Cox: No, no, you're not.
Jordan: Bye-bye.
Dr. Cox: Jordan, your water just broke.
Jordan: This kid's annoying me already.