Dr. Kelso: Listen up, nametags. I need to wire some cash to my son so he can make bail. Apparently, that musical he was producing was just a front for a crystal meth lab. And here's the kicker: He fled to Toronto, so now the freaking Mounties are involved. Anyhoo, I need somebody to zip out to my house and grab $400.
Janitor: I'll do it. I shouldn't be mopping in here anyway. This is a rug.
J.D.: [sloshing] Don't let him in your house, sir. He'll steal everything you've got like he stole my camera.
Dr. Kelso: You know the difference between you and me, Dorian?
J.D.: Your melon-sized prostate, sir?
Dr. Kelso: I will never fear this man. You think I'm afraid of you, chief?
Janitor: No, sir, I do not.
Dr. Kelso: Now, look, I keep my extra cash in a pickle jar on the top shelf over the sink. Enid wants that jar so bad she can taste it. [laughs] Oh, right. You don't remember she's paralyzed and can't stand out of her wheelchair. That's why you're not laughing.
Dr. Cox: No, Bob. We're not laughing because we're all horrified.
Dr. Kelso: [laughs] Well, it tickles me.