J.D.: I wish I could help that bald, sweaty bastard.
Janitor: Maybe you and I could team up.
J.D.: I bet you think I'm going to say no. But let me tell you something about the Dorians. We trust. And we trust hard. It's the reason why every single Dorian has a loyal army of friends. It's also why last weekend I flew to the Ozarks for a spontaneous water ski getaway with Dr. Cox. He was not there. Nor was his lakeside cabin. There had also been talk of a tire swing.