Carla: I feel so bad for them.
J.D.: Mmm, me too.
J.D.: [v.o.] But actually I never really cared for Keith, or his farm boy looks, but now wasn't the time for that.
J.D.: [answers phone] Hey, Kim.
Kim: Get your butt home, already. We haven't seen each other in days. Don't you miss me?
J.D.: Of course I do.
J.D.: [v.o.] But the truth was I didn't. And then I had this weird, crystallizing moment. You see, there's an ancient principle you hear a lot about medicine: that the simplest, most obvious answer is usually the correct one. It's called Occam's Razor. It could mean your first instinct was right and it was Lyme disease.
Dr. Cox: Bull's-eye! And there's your tick bite. Let's put him on a hundred milligrams of Ceftin. Joe, you're gonna be fine.
Mr. Hutnik: Thank you, guys. Sincerely.