J.D.: OK, over here. Guys, Mr. Jenkins spent all night without being treated. Now, I know he's homeless and smells like an obese man's two-sie.
Mr. Jenkins: Hey!
J.D.: Sorry, thought you were dozing. The thing is, guys, it doesn't matter if he's homeless or some senile racist./
Mr. Bursick: Which people do I hate again?
J.D.: Immigrants, Mr. Bursick. You hate all immigrants.
Mr. Bursick: And why do I hate?
J.D.: I don't have time, Mr. Bursick. Guys, if I give you a patient, I expect you to work your butts off for him. And P.S., Mr. Jenkins is a Vietnam vet. So let's take care of him like he took care of our nation. Get out of here!