J.D.: Seriously, how are you?
Dr. Cox: Oh, my God. Look, Abby, I didn't write to you asking for help. So, if you continue on down this road, you're going to end up eating, breathing, and relieving yourself through a tube of some kind. Signed, "Dealing With It On His Own" in Kansas.
J.D.: I wrote Dear Abby once in seventh grade 'cause I didn't have body hair like the other guys? By the time her response came out in Parade magazine, it was like a forest down there. Well, you know, "nothing ventured"...
Dr. Cox: I'm looking for streamers and- and a marching band, because this will be the ceremonial one-millionth time I've had to shake off something that you've said. [shakes head]