J.D.: Come on, Steve. Stay with me, buddy! You're not getting this one, Lord! [quietly] Could you make your face a little bit redder, buddy? Come on.
Steve: I want more money.
J.D.: What?
Steve: 50 bucks or I tell the girl.
J.D.: I don't have it!
Steve: Get it!
J.D.: Elliot, I need another doctor over here, stat! Gimme $30.
Elliot: I gave you 20. I'm tapped. Ask Johnson. He's loaded. I need a dermatologist over here, stat!
Dr. Johnson: Oh, yeah! Time to shine. What do you need? Is it a rash?
J.D.: Look, I paid this guy to fake a heart attack. He wants 50 bucks. We only have 20.
Dr. Johnson: You know, I feel like you guys just use me for my money.
J.D.: You have a trust fund! Now give me the money! Clear! [uses paddles]
Steve: I'm alive!
J.D.: J.D., one. Lord, zero.