Quote from J.D. in My Last Words
George: Mmm. Nothing like the taste of fresh bag. J.D.: I just picked it this morning. George: The only thing that would make it any better is if it was being hooked up by that foxy, little dish over there. [fantasy: J.D. imagines the elderly, walker-using patient, with her hair blowing back] J.D.: Damn, my psyche.