J.D.: So, uh, how are you feeling?
Jordan: Great. That's why I'm here. Listen, R.J.-
Jordan: Like it matters. Look, you seem like a nice, spineless little boy, so let's be honest. I'm here because it was the only way to end my beast of a mother's nagging, pseudo-concern.
J.D.: How sweet.
Jordan: So, do your little tests; but first, close the blinds, wash off whatever eighth-grade dance cologne you're wearing so we don't add nausea to my symptoms, and I'll need lemon wedges for my sparkling water - which, for some reason, you have yet to get me.
J.D.: Okay, well let me just check out-
Jordan: Doing things I want first, your little tests later.
J.D.: Nice to meet you.