J.D.: [v.o.] I'm so bummed about Mrs. Stonewater, I totally spaced and forgot what's wrong with Benjamin here. Is he the one with the broken ribs? Nope. Maybe he is the guy with sinus polyps? I don't think there is any polyps, but he definitely has some oily skin issues. I should try him onto that dynamite apricot scrub I stole from Elliot. Oh, come on. Focus. I suppose I could go get his chart, but I left it all the way downstairs. Come on, man, you got eight years of medical experience. Use it. Maybe you can smell it out I want to say it smells like non-Hodgkin's lymphoma. What are you doing? You don't know what any diseases smell like. Ah, to hell with it.
J.D.: What do you have again?
Man: Non-Hodgkin's lymphoma.
J.D.: Of course you do, you reek of it. I'm sorry.
J.D.: [v.o.] See, Benjamin understands that you're human, that you're having kind of an overwhelming day. Give him a smile, as a thank you.
Man: I want a new doctor.
J.D.: Uh, no, I've been working my butt off taking care of you for the last two weeks, so I'm afraid the answer is "no", Benjamin.
Man: My name is Roger.
J.D.: I'll get you a new doctor.