J.D.: So how are you feeling?
Jordan: Great, that's why I'm here. Listen, RJ.
J.D.: J.D.
Jordan: Like it matters. You seem like a nice, spineless, boy, so let's be honest. I'm here because it was the only way to end my beast of a mother's nagging pseudo-concern.
J.D.: That's sweet.
Jordan: So, do your little tests. But first, close the blinds, wash off whatever 8th-grade-dance cologne you're wearing so we don't add nausea to my symptoms, and I'll need lemon wedges for my sparkling water, which for some reason you have yet to get me.
J.D.: Okay, let me just-
Jordan: Doing things I want first. Your little tests later.
J.D.: Nice to meet you. [v.o.] I hate you.