Dr. Kelso: You and your damn physical. Thanks to the high blood pressure you found, my insurance premium is going to cost me an extra six grand this year. That's six grand my wife already spent on a new chin. If I were you, I would be planning to work every holiday from now until a few months after you're dead.
Dr. Cox: Newbie, this is your fault.
Dr. Cox: [v.o.] Where is he? Where is that little rat bastard?
J.D.: [hiding behind Carol] Oh, hey, pal. I'll always remember our time together. Gotta go.