J.D.: Hold on, Turk. Let's not declare victory, until you give a shot to Dr. John Dorian and his "nostrils of steel".
Turk: Your nose can't handle smells of that magnitude.
J.D.: Make some room.
Turk: Mm-mhm.
Dr. Cox: On the clock.
Turk: Mm-mhm.
[J.D. enters the room and without even closing the door, he walks back out:]
J.D.: You have got to be kidding me. That is the most disgusting thing I've ever smelled.