J.D.: Okay, fine, why don't you just tell me how this ends?
Neena: You won't break up with me, you will betray your friend.
J.D.: What is this, some kind of lawyer mind trick? It's not gonna happen.
Neena: Sit down.
J.D.: I won't, I'm leaving. [sits down]
Neena: You're going to have sex with me.
J.D.: I'll do nothing of the sort. [takes shirt off]
Neena: And as the ultimate act of betrayal, you will do it on the very same sweat and tear-soaked table where I crushed your friend.
J.D.: Oh, I hate a dirty table.
Neena: You love a dirty table.
J.D.: God help me, I do. I do love a dirty table.