J.D.: This is a little trust exercise that I really think's gonna connect us again. Remove your blindfolds, please. See your death. See your death. See your death. Keith. Don't worry, buddy, we're cool.
Keith: Really?
J.D.: No! See your death!
Keith: No! But I looked up to you!
[reality:]
J.D.: Hey! Why don't you guys go upstairs and do some work? And for God sakes, will somebody wake up Gloria? Okay, enough waving. You wave too much. You abuse waving. Go.
Dr. Kelso: There it is, just like I said. I can feel your hatred like a cool spring breeze. Ahh.