Dr. Cox: If it isn't my favorite career counselor. You don't happen to have any more tips on how to climb down the ladder?
J.D.: I've been thinking about how you're always blaming me for everything and how you just send a constant stream of crap my way, and I decided I need a break.
Dr. Cox: So what, you came by to tell me you're a complete wuss?
J.D.: No, I came over here to tell you I traded with another resident and switched off your service for a while.
Dr. Cox: Well, tears and hugs there, Katie, but unless you wanna come inside and give the fellas a lap dance, I'm afraid I gotta say sayonara, 'cause I got 20 guys in here and it's about to get nutty. All the best, baby.
[Dr. Cox returns to his empty apartment, with a stack of pizza boxes and beer bottles, and shuts off the TV]