J.D.: Oh, what's that, Per? I didn't quite hear you, I wanna make sure I get it all down.
Dr. Cox: Write this down instead. I, John Dorian- Write it down!
J.D.: "I, John Dorian,"
Dr. Cox: ...am a ridiculous 32-year-old, overgrown infant. I mean, my God, two weeks ago you were asking everybody if you should grow up. And here I thought you were having some big epiphany, that you were gonna be more of an adult now that you have a child. My bad. Oh, and I forgot to congratulate you, let me do that now. Way to go. We are all super-proud of you.