J.D.: [v.o.] I gotta get out of here. Anger like this has a way of being passed on to whoever's closest.
Carla: Dr. Cox, I know you're suspended but you're the only one my mother trusts.
Dr. Cox: Not now!
[later:]
Carla: [to Turk] This is all your fault.
[later:}
Elliot: Turk, can I talk?
Turk: No. You can't. That's why they're called your problems.
[later, Elliot throws a coffee cup towards the janitor and misses the bin:]
Elliot: Sorry.
[The Janitor then hits J.D.'s pants with a wet mop as he exits the elevator]
Janitor: Happy Halloween. Maybe that'll teach you not to spy on people during their alone time.