J.D.: What are you doing here?
Dr. Cox: Mrs. Wilk was asking me questions that I actually thought would be best answered by you.
Mrs. Wilk: Why did that sweaty attorney ask me if my affairs were in order?
J.D.: Because I wanted to make sure that you're as comfortable as possible.
Mrs. Wilk: As comfortable as possible? For what?
Dr. Cox: I'm going to sit for this.
J.D.: For the place that you're going. You know, the big puffy clouds, bright lights, all your old friends...
Mrs. Wilk: Seattle?
J.D.: No, no, no. Not Seattle. The... You know, the "dying peacefully" place.
Mrs. Wilk: What are you talking about?
Dr. Cox: Now, I'm going to stand.
J.D.: This morning, you told me you'd had a great life.
Mrs. Wilk: Exactly. And I'd like to continue it.
J.D.: Oh, this is just a misunderstanding. I'm so sorry. Tell her it's a misunderstanding.
Dr. Cox: He's tried to kill before.