J.D.: I want you to tell her the truth, damn it. Tell her that you're a surly, devious, horrible excuse for a human being. Who's that?
Janitor: It's my son.
Elliot: Oh, my God, J.D.
J.D.: I'm sorry, I didn't even see him there.
Janitor: No, no, no. I'm glad he heard it. I think it's important he sees how the world treats people like us.
J.D.: I'm so sorry. [exits]
Janitor: [to the boy] Who the hell are you? Go on. Beat it. Scram! All right, stick around.