Janitor: Permission to speak, sir?
J.D.: You know what? No. No, you may not speak. Not now and not ever, OK? You have overplayed your hand and you may never talk to me again. Those are the rules of the game.
Janitor: Then I quit.
J.D.: No, no, no quitsies. Checkmate, gin, and Yahtzee, my friend.
Janitor: You know, my son used to love to play Yahtzee with me, until you made me skip his play. Now he won't eat.
J.D.: We've started a new game now, haven't we?
Janitor: Yeah, it's called "You don't eat until Timmy does."