[sitcom fantasy:]
J.D.: Well, I hope you had a good day, Mr. James.
Elliot: Wait a second! This chart isn't for Charles James. It's for James Charles. He's the one who has cancer, not you.
J.D.: And who cares about him? He's anti-Semitic!
Mr. James: Well, that's a load off my mind.
J.D.: Hey, everybody. Thanks for coming so quickly. You know, this is the kind of thing I normally say out loud in my head, but since we're all here... It just seems like in the end, everything always works out because as long as we- [Mr. James collapses in bed]
Elliot: Mr. James? Mr. James, can you hear me? He's apneic! We need an airway! Call anesthesia!
J.D.: [v.o.] Wait, this isn't right.
[reality:]
Elliot: We're gonna intubate. Hang some dopamine, wide open! I need an E.T. tube. Where's anesthesia?