Janitor: Come to Papa. [J.D. clears his throat] Yeah, the coil didn't complete its revolution. My candy's just hanging there instead of dropping.
J.D.: OK, whatever. Look, if you're hungry, man, I can loan you a buck.
Janitor: A buck? What a kind offer from the charitable Dr. Money Bags.
J.D.: Look, you can either be a jerk as usual, or you can accept this gracious offer and get some caramel draped in nougat. Your choice, jumpsuit.