[fantasy: all the elderly patients are dancing around in the I.CU.:]
Man #1: Doctors comin'!
[J.D. notices two pairs of feet in one of the hospital beds]
J.D.: What the?
Man #2: Frank, you idiot. Your bed's down the hall.
Frank: I know. I love you.
Elliot: Oh.
[reality:]
J.D.: You ever get the feeling our patients pretend to be sicker when we're around?
Elliot: Oh, yeah. You know Mrs. Wilson back there? She made her spleen pretend to rupture, and then she pretended to die. [to a body bag] Got me again, there, Mrs. Wilson!