Dr. Cox: Listen closely tiny dancer, I wouldn't be flapping my mouth if I'd forgotten to get a blood culture on Mr. Blair, and for the love of God, do you at least remember what you were doing the day they were passing out common sense. Oh gosh, maybe you were running late that day 'cause you just couldn't find the right thong for those low-rider jeans that you love so much, or maybe you were busy bopping along to whatever boy-band really makes your heart race nowadays and you just drove by. Of course I don't know, I'm just guessing. But one thing's sure shootin' - you wound up at the dum-dum store and just went ahead and put as much of that in the car as you could fit, didn't ya?
J.D.: Look! Doctor, if you'd flipped the page on that chart you'd see that I pan-cultured him yesterday. But that would probably get in the way of the perverse pleasure you get in pointing out other people's slip-ups. Well too bad Buster Brown, because I'm a resident now and I'm not making the same silly little intern mistakes I made last year. I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't stand here and yell at me in front of my patient.