Dr. Cox: [whistles] Hey, you. For what it's worth, I don't care if your beeper plays "Who let the dogs out? Hoof, hoof" as many times as you like.
J.D.: Actually, sir, it's "who, who". But thank you. That's great.
Dr. Cox: Oh, sure. And, Ginger, by the way, just a real smooth move running to your mommy.
J.D.: Excuse me?
Dr. Cox: Yeah. Your mommy cr-rushed me. She did. Uh, I'd like to issue a warning to everybody, and I'm dead serious. F.Y.l.: J.D.'s mommy has made it perfectly clear that she doesn't want her daughter picked on any more. Nothing mean. She's a precious flower and we should all be super nice to her.