Carla: Whoa, whoa. You wanna hear a weird coincidence? The pathology just came back on Dr. Kelso's rich patient. He has the same brain tumor as your guy, Mr. Morrison.
J.D.: [v.o.] I don't know why we were running, because I think we both knew that we couldn't change anything. Because given a choice between a rich guy and a poor guy, it was pretty obvious who Bob Kelso would put in the drug trial, and who he'd leave behind. Another banner day at Sacred Heart. A best friend stuck in a crappy job, a nice guy slowly dying without a fighting chance. It's a wonder how anyone can walk out of this place with a smile on their face.