Dr. Cox: Hey, Bobcat. Welcome back. Look it, this whole thing was a joke that, admittedly, got a little out of hand.
In the meantime, this blank check ought to cover the damage.
Dr. Kelso: A joke? You think it's funny they already gave away my parking spot? You think it's funny that one of the surgeons paid his dwarf cousin, Lance, $200 to show up at rounds and sing Ding-Dong, Kelso's Dead?
Dr. Cox: And there it is.
Dr. Kelso: There what is?
Dr. Cox: This whole l-don't-care-what-people-think-about-me act. It's pretty convincing. But methinks there's a sad little cartoon boy living inside the hairy beast. And he's sad because, at the end of the day, he realizes the only thing people think is what an evil son-of-a-bitch he really is. See you later, Bobigator.
Dr. Kelso: Hey, if this check bounces, I'm coming for you. How you doing, Ted?
[Ted waves to Dr. Kelso and then faints]