Dr. Kelso: Welcome to rounds, kids.
J.D.: [v.o.] Elliot is the only thing keeping me from losing my mind. She is my dream girl.
Dr. Kelso: The necrosis and infected stool most likely indicate what, Dr. Dorian?
[fantasy: J.D. is wearing antlers on a dark road as he's caught in the headlights of a trailer-truck]
Elliot: [whispers] I don't know.
J.D.: Sir, I have no idea.
Dr. Kelso: Dr. Reid, can you help him out?
Elliot: I'd say it's superior mesenteric insufficiency.
[fantasy: J.D., wearing the antlers, is knocked down by the trailer-truck]
Dr. Kelso: That's my girl. Patient number two.
J.D.: [mocking] "Superior mesenteric"