Dr. Kelso: So you're going to the university for a transplant! Well, come back and see us, OK? Who the hell is responsible for not treating that man?
Dr. Cox: Well, Bobbo, I was going to treat him, but then I lost my stethoscope, and that's-
J.D.: He's my patient, Bob. I'm responsible.
Dr. Kelso: Dr. Dorian, I have kept my mouth shut about all the recent sexual harassment complaints because I don't think it's fair to punish a man for making small talk, or, say, asking his secretary just once to dress up as a geisha girl and call him Kelso-san.
J.D.: What?
Dr. Kelso: Nothing. But now I need to know, is this the type of attending you're going to be?
J.D.: I guess so.
Dr. Kelso: Anything else?
J.D.: [v.o.] I could tell him there's nothing in my cup and I'm pretending to drink to seem nonchalant.
J.D.: No.