J.D.: [v.o.] I guess I was moved by the janitor's invite, because I did this.
J.D.: Look, I know the janitor isn't exactly a friend to us, but he is a part of our family. A horrible, horrible part. Like an uncle who shows up at your ballet class, and whispers "Good girl" when you plié.
Carla: You have an uncle like that too?
J.D.: That's not important, Carla. Still, I think we should use this as an opportunity to go on a much needed vacation. We work very hard. And I think it's time to live a little.
Todd: You really think we should go?
J.D.: Oh, hey, Todd. I'm really just sort of talking to these two tables.
Carla: Just these.
Elliot: The two of them.
Todd: But you said we should all live a little.
J.D.: And I think you should on your own. But in this circumstance, I was really just talking at just mainly these, these two tables focusing here.
Dr. Kelso: Actually, I'm thinking about going.
J.D.: Hey, Bob, I... I didn't see you there. So I am talking to your table as well, Todd, but not your chair. Not your chair.