Dr. Cox: Hand over your stethoscope.
J.D.: What?
Dr. Cox: In victory, I get your stethoscope. It's a trophy. You're lucky we're not back in olden times, I'd have made a necklace out of your teeth.
J.D.: I find this highly unprofessional.
Dr. Cox: Now, I'm going to check on Mr. Jenkins, your war hero. I feel he, too, deserves a competent doctor. In fact, I'm gonna take all of your patients. And consequently, your only reason for getting out of that lacy, over-pillowed, four-poster virgin cocoon you call a bed every morning.