Dr. Cox: And focus, because that tiny patch of skin on my son's forehead is more important to me than the entirety of your whole high-fiving, head-shaving, air-balling, mole-lipping, insulin-needing existence, which I guarantee you will come to an abrupt, very unnatural end.
Turk: Okay, I'm done.
J.D.: [v.o.] We all held our breath together.
Dr. Cox: The surgeon lives!