J.D.: You have the sacred privilege of being with someone and recording their precious memories as they prepare to die.
Old Man: I'm dying?
J.D.: [checks chart] No, not dying. Just tonsillitis. So you get to gargle. Gargle, gargle!
[later:]
J.D.: Why would you let me go in there?
Denise: Why would I stop you? This is good cheese.
J.D.: Get off my cheese!