J.D.: Hey, check this out. Not only does our deaf kid only have a mild case of gastroenteritis, they just faxed me his medical history. His condition is congenital. They tried a hearing aid with no results, but I think he's a perfect candidate for cochlear implant. I think we could make this kid hear.
Turk: Dude, that's amazing.
J.D.: Can you teach me how to sign "I think we can fix your son's hearing?"
Janitor: Or I can just tell him.
J.D.: I think it's best if he hears from a doctor.
Janitor: No, you just want the glory. Are you really that emotionally needy?
J.D.: Have we not met?
Janitor: Ah, you're right. I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking. Look, why don't we we go in there and split the glory three ways, ok? Let's go. The three doctors!