Kim: I have to admit something.
J.D.: Uh-oh.
Kim: Last night, when I went into your room, I couldn't fall asleep. I just laid on the bed staring at the door, hoping you might come in.
J.D.: Kim.
Kim: I know, you don't trust me, and I don't even know if you like me. I don't really like myself right now. But do you think there's a one in a million chance that a year from now, or five years from now you could get to a place where you forgive me, and then maybe, you know, we could give it another shot?