Dan: Listen, uh, my buddy Wayne lives a couple miles upstate, and so, uh, he's got himself a new bumper pool table - I'm gonna be taking off tonight.
J.D.: Oh, thank God. Dr. Cox! You remember my brother Dan?
Dan: Whatta ya say, Coxy!
Dr. Cox: Nothing!
Dan: That's a first.
J.D.: This is my boss, Dan.
Dr. Cox: You know what a boss is: For you, that would be the seventeen-year-old that tells you to clean out the grease-trap after you've filled all the ketchups.