J.D.: Could you hold this? [hands the Janitor his fish bowl]
Janitor: Oh, damn.
Ted: What?
Janitor: I don't know if it's old age that's slowing me down, or maybe all that blood I lost last night fighting that hobo, but I just blew that. I should have said, "You think my job is so unimportant that I can stand around all day holding a fish?"
Ted: I can't have you all mopey tonight, when we're out clubbing and on throwing me off my game.
Janitor: Fine. I'll wait here and do this thing right.