J.D.: Good morning, colleague.
Dr. Cox: Oh, absolutely not.
J.D.: What, tall, dark and ccary? I can wear whatever the hell I- What are you doing?
Dr. Cox: This is my new imaginary warning light. When it starts blinking, a situation has ten seconds to resolve itself before I flash white with rage and kill someone. One, two, three, four... seven, eight, nine and ten.
J.D.: I had a little trouble getting my BabyGap T-shirt off.
Dr. Cox: It'll happen.