Janitor: Typical Dorian. Running away from an argument you know nothing about.
J.D.: I know all about the war.
Janitor: Really? Point to Iraq.
J.D.: Why do you keep a globe on your janitor cart?
Janitor: In case I get lost. I'll give you a hint. It's not the country shaped like a boot.
J.D.: That's Iraq.
Janitor: That's China.
J.D.: You're China.
Janitor: That's an outrageous accusation. [eats sandwich] Need salt. Where's my bunny? Bingo?