Janitor: [laughs]
Dr. Kelso: What?
Janitor: Oh, it's nothing, sir. I just thought of something funny.
Dr. Kelso: Well, maybe what you should do is saddle up your mop and head upstairs. Someone has vomited in the second, third and fifth-floor hallways.
J.D.: [chuckles] What? It's not my fault. Ralphie. Let's ride.
J.D.: Good work, buddy. Here's your 20 bucks. So you can really throw up whenever you want to?
Ralphie: Hell, yeah.
J.D.: We should probably look into that. You know, right after you blow chunks in the elevator.