Carla: J.D., why don't you tell me what's wrong with Mrs. Jones? Without looking at a chart.
J.D.: [v.o.] Carla knew, without charts, doctors didn't know much about patients.
[fantasy:]
J.D.: Mr. Barry, I misplaced your chart. I forgot, what's wrong with you again? Oh, that's right. You have a kitty cat stuck in your mouth. Or should I say you have a person stuck around you, little guy? Cootchie-cootchie.