Dr. Kelso: Listen up, bozos. That gentleman over there is basically a cash pinata waiting to be whacked open. So how about someone diagnoses him so I can get my candy?
Dr. Cox: I'll be glad to do it, Bob, if you'll do me a favor and put my patient, Mr. Morrison, in that experimental drug trial.
Dr. Kelso: Sure, what the hell.
Dr. Cox: Deal.
J.D.: [v.o.] Finally I had something I could say in my speech. Dr. Kelso was an angel.