Janitor: That, my friends, is a roof toilet.
Dr. Casey: I'm sorry, you said that like it's a normal thing.
J.D.: Careful with this guy, he's uh...
Janitor: Hey, you're the guy that's been using up all my soap.
Dr. Casey: Yeah, I've got OCD.
Janitor: Really!? My grandpa had that. Every morning he'd take a gym sock, fill it up with nickels, and just beat us! [laughs] That's OCD, right?
J.D.: The bad kind.
Dr. Casey: Who would use this thing?
J.D.: You kiddin'? Oh, man. Just picture yourself, you're standing out here, in the open air, then you sit down and you take stock of your life. I've had some major epiphanies on this old girl. See, you can't do any soul-searching down there on those germ-infested crappers.
J.D.: [v.o.] Damn him. He's right.