J.D.: Come on, man. You can get this girl.
Ted: No, no, no, you don't understand. If I even think about a girl that hot, I get the most unbelievable dry mouth.
I mean, just picturing her beautiful eyes and her cute sm- [chokes; takes Janitor's drink, gasps] What is that?
Janitor: It's Jum and tonic. Gin, rum and tonic.
J.D.: Don't get him drunk. He can barely talk as it is.
Janitor: You don't get drunk on Jum. It's a breakfast liqueur.