J.D.: OK, for some reason, Mr. Kellerman's fluid situation isn't getting any better. I think we should be more aggressive. Keith? Why don't you go get a Lasix drip. Other way, Keith. Oh, Jason, when you're filling out a female patient's exam report, her breasts can be "healthy" or "unhealthy," never "bangin' double-Ds."
Jason: There's so much paperwork. My dad was a veterinarian, and he never had to do any. Sometimes I wish this place were more like a horse hospital.
[fantasy: All the doctors walks around with shotguns in "Sacred Heart Horse Hospital for Humans":]
J.D.: I'm sorry, Mr. Larson, but I do not like the look of that leg. [gun cocks, man neighs, gunshot].
[reality:]
J.D.: We would have better hours.