J.D.: That sucks. I totally wanted to spend some time with my dad tomorrow.
Dr. Cox: Then take him.
J.D.: What do you mean?
Dr. Cox: Uh, I don't know? Secure a vehicle of some kind: car, balloon, tricycle, and transport your father from wherever he is to where you're going to be.
J.D.: Well, I don't think you get my dad. He's not really interested in my work. He's more of like a buddy.
Dr. Cox: OK. That was my mistake. Here, I engaged you and gave you the impression that I actually care, which is just so wrong! God!
J.D.: The thing is, I don't need really a buddy. What I need is a father.
Dr. Cox: Well, you definitely need something. Maybe a backbone. Or perhaps some testicles. At the very least, a pillow that you could carry around the hospital and just cry your sad eyes out into whenever trauma I have testicles.