JD: And now, for a thousand dollars and this bag of I.V. fluid, which is guaranteed to make you feel like you're a hundred and ninety again, What did Peter Piper pick a peck of?
Mr. Bober: Pickles
JD: Oooooooh! I'm sorry, Mr. Bober! The correct answer is peppers. Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers
Cox: Newbie!
JD: Huh?
Cox: Did I just walk in on you mocking an innocent patient?
JD: Yes....
Cox: I've never felt closer to you.
Dan: Matter of fact, the only reason you were born is cause Mom bounced a check at the market
JD: Oh, that's great! I guess you're only here because Mom wrecked the car?
Dan: No, they wanted me.
Cox: Oh, I could just give you a hug! Of course, I never would! I could, but I never would, God save me!
Cox: Well, I'll tell you what, there, Dan, I'm gonna go ahead and worry about how we do things around here. But if I ever do need to find out how to make a top-notch rum and coke, well, by gum, mister, you had better be by the phone, cause I just might give you a jingle [pretend phone call] Ba-ha-rrrri-hing! Hi, Dan? Coxaronie. Regarding the rum and coke issue, couldn't be more confused!