Janitor: Ah! Hand cramp. Ow, ow, ow, ow.
[After the Janitor places the fish bowl on the floor, J.D. finally opens the door, sending the fish bowl swinging towards the wall where it shatters.]
J.D.: You think that's funny? Making me kill that helpless little animal? If you didn't wanna hold it for me you could have put it on the counter.
Janitor: Me? No! You, you were... I tried... I had to... Ray-Raay? I started to...
Fish: It's so cold!
Janitor: Roger? Rog? Stay with me buddy!
Fish: This isn't Nam. Go get me some water.