Dr. Kelso: Where the hell did you all come from?
Janitor: Sneak attack. You can put your shoes on again, guys. Nice work. Dr. Kelso, as spokesman for the support staff of this hospital, I have a request.
Dr. Kelso: I do not want to hear any more about a college scholarship fund. Stop filling your children's heads with nonsense. Pull them out of high school and teach them a trade like plumbing or undertaking.
Janitor: None of us here even have kids, except for Margo, and she sold hers. We want a dental plan.
Dr. Kelso: Dental is for old people. You young bucks have years before you have to worry about your choppers.
Janitor: One, two... [they all talk a tooth out]
Dr. Kelso: Lovely. No.
Janitor: Rudy? Did you tear an actual tooth outta your head? We were all faking it, man! What are you- Okay, don't worry. You know what? I got a jar of monkey teeth in my workbench. What's that, molar? We're gonna be all right.