Dr. Cox: Say, I heard you and Barbie were back together again. How's that going?
J.D.: [v.o.] He doesn't care. Don't answer.
Dr. Cox: Is there less drama this time?
J.D.: [v.o.] Hold firm.
Dr. Cox: Does it feel different?
J.D.: [v.o.] Give him nothing.
Dr. Cox: Look at you, not getting sucked in. Maybe you are a little bit older and a little bit wiser, enough for this whole thing to work out with Barbie this time.
J.D.: I really think I am.
Dr. Cox: Oh, my God. How do you not get that I will never, ever care about your pasty white love life? I only brought it up because I noticed that Barbie wasn't here at work today, and I was hoping that your relationship with her had already gone so far south that you'd killed her and buried her deep in a wooded area and that soon you would be carted off for the aforementioned crime of pasty white passion.