J.D.: [v.o.] Kim's leaving the pack and I still got no plan to make her stay, it's go time. Just say the first thing that pops into your head.
Kim: Hey, J.D.
J.D.: I'm rich. You don't have to take that job.
Kim: Uh, you're not rich.
J.D.: Oh, yes, I am Kim. And this right here, is my dope-ass Mercedes. [sits uncomfortably on the car] I didn't want to tell you 'cause I wanted you to like me for me.
Kim: You're an idiot, J.D.
J.D.: Am I Kim? [the car drives off] Dr. Tabiti, Dr. Tabiti, I'm on the car. Larry! Larry, I'm on the car!