Elliot: You're lying to us. You took the red pill, you can see colors.
J.D.: You know, I'm sick and tired of lowlifes like you trying to come here and squirt pain medication off of us, okay? You make us care and then because you're worried we're gonna see through your little plan, you don't even laugh at our jokes.
Mr. Rosell: Actually, the Interferon joke was sort of funny.
J.D.: You're damn right it was, Pat! Okay? But this time, no one's getting off easy. My cousin is a cop. And not a good cop either, a rogue cop.
Elliot: Christine, it's you, isn't it?
J.D.: Hold on- Hold on, Elliot. You ever watched The Shield, Pat? Do you happen to get FX, Pat? Because you're gonna get Michael Chicklised in the head. He's the orange guy in Fantastic Four. That's coming down on ya!
Elliot: J.D., look at her hand. It's in spasm. You're the one with MS, right?
Christine: I don't have any insurance and my dad just thought that since he did-
Mr. Rosell: Look, we'll go, alright? If you, uh, could just not tell anyone, we'd be very grateful.
J.D.: [v.o.] Elliot and I knew what we had to do.
J.D.: Okay, Pat. You have MS and you're not leaving here until you get your medication.
Mr. Rosell: Thank you.