Carla: Okay, I put interview guy in the lounge and told him that Elliot was with a patient. Now, how we gonna fix this thing?
Janitor: [appears from nowhere] You're okay. The guy wanted an orange soda, right? We bring him an orange soda, maybe the whole thing goes away.
Carla: Okay, here's the plan: Jordan and I will take care of interview guy. Soft-Scrub, you can do whatever the hell you want.
Janitor: I will.
[The Janitor takes out the ring box from his pocket, walks into the middle of the corridor, kneels down on one knee and presents the ring as Elliot approaches. She walks past him.]
Janitor: Dammit! I told you to sparkle!