J.D.: It's open, Kim.
Kim: J.D., what the hell? Okay, that one was a little excessive. I'm sorry. It's just that every time I think about running away, I look at the fat guy in the track suit with a giant rabbit head, and he doesn't say anything.
Kim: Okay, elaborating would help.
J.D.: He's my conscience! I realized that I'd listen to it more if I imagined something I was really afraid of. The track suit, because I had this mean Phys Ed teacher in high school named Mr. Fratelli, and the rabbit head, because my uncle once ate a rabbit and he got belly worms.
Kim: Look, I wanted to talk to you because, well, the baby's due in a month and I guess I was hoping that you'd want me to have it here, y' know, so that we could go through it together.
[When Kim turns around, J.D. is climbing out the window]
Kim: Really?
J.D.: I'm sorry, Kim. This is a big deal for me. I think I need to be alone right now.