Dr. Cox: I mean, come on, children. What do you actually think is going to happen here? Do you think I'm going to take you and sit you down next to me and say, um, "Listen, uh, if you need anything, you've got my pager. Just know that I'm there for you always"?
J.D.: Oh, my God.
Dr. Cox: Newbie!
J.D.: No! Zip it! I am so G-darn pissed right now. I was OK when you kept me at an arm's length, because everybody said, "That's just Cox. That's how he operates." And I believed them. But now I walk in on this... this bi-racial love fest. You know what? I hate to do it, but I'm giving you back the pencil. That's right. The pencil you gave me on my third day of work. You handed it off to me like a tiny yellow baton, like you were trying to say to me, "J.D., you are the new me. You, J.D., are my mentee. You are my son."
Dr. Cox: What pencil?
J.D.: Oh, that's perfect. That's perfect. You know what? Take it. Maybe you can use it with Rex or Gloria or that guy.
Dr. Cox: That guy's name is Leslie.
J.D.: His name is Leslie. His name is Leslie. Your name is Leslie. All right. Good for you, Leslie!
[J.D. leaves and then returns to tackle Leslie]
J.D.: Leslie!