J.D.: Long story short, after confirming it with my bunkmates, that counselor and his "friendship" lotion were transferred out of our cabin and we never spoke about it again.
Janitor: Well, what doesn't kill you...
J.D.: [v.o.] We were thick as two thieves in a pod.
Janitor: OK, time to move some of the heavier stuff, so you might want to put on these gloves. And the attic upstairs has a lot of fiberglass in it, so a little hat.
J.D.: Thanks, pal.
Janitor: Sure, bud.