Dr. Cox: Ah, you know what? To hell with you, Hedrick!
Dr. Hendrick: Group, can you tell me what stage of grief Dr. Cox here is going through?
All: Anger.
Dr. Hendrick: Anger, yes.
Dr. Cox: You don't want to see me angry!
J.D.: Nor do you want to see I angry.
[fantasy: J.D. grabs Dr. Hendrick's pencil and bites the eraser off:]
J.D.: You better hope you don't make any mistakes. [he and Dr. Cox high-five]
[reality:]
J.D.: It's awful.