J.D.: [v.o.] And there it was. The birth of Dr. Cox's baby would forever be associated with Laverne's death. And the next time Dr. Cox walked into the ICU he'd be greeted by a series of sad faces.
All: [applaud]
Dr. Cox: Thank you, Bob.
Janitor: Attaboy.
Dr. Cox: Janitor.
Carla: Congratulations!
J.D.: I knew before everyone. In your faces! I knew it! Tell 'em, Perry. It was a long saga.
Dr. Cox: So, um, how... How's she doin'?
Turk: She's hangin' on.
Carla: You jerk! Why didn't you tell us?
Dr. Cox: Well, because we all love Laverne very much. And I know this is going to sound selfish and crazy, but I didn't want everyone thinking about her dying every time my daughter has a birthday party. And by everyone, I mean the three of you I would actually invite to such an event. [J.D. celebrates] No!
Carla: A baby is a blessing. Besides, when it's time for something to happen, you've just got to let it happen.
Dr. Cox: And, sometimes it takes a little while to realize that?
Carla: Yeah.