My Jiggly Ball

	J.D.: Yeeeeaaaah, I'm gonna need you to go back in there and use some form of the word "die" -- dead, dying, deadsies, Deadwood -- your choice. Keith: What was the middle one? J.D.: Deadsies.
	Dr. Kelso: Due to lack of funds, I'm shutting down our babymobile, which means there will no longer be free prenatal care for underprivileged women. Bottom line -- if you're thinking about knocking up a homeless gal, I'd do it this weekend. Dr. Kelso: Thank you, Colonel Doctor. Colonel Doctor: Excuse me? Dr. Kelso: I'm sorry, I don't know your name, and you look like that Kentucky Fried Chicken guy.
	J.D.: So I have to introduce Kelso. Big whoop. Dr. Cox: I don't think you understand the predicament that you're in here. Kelso expects a long, glowing testimonial. The kind that make men cheer and women...what is it that women do, Newbie? J.D.: How the hell would I know? J.D.'s Thoughts: They swoon!
	J.D.: I'll just say something nice about him that's actually true. Dr. Cox: You go do that. And I'll go find God, quit drinking, get in touch with myself emotionally, and we'll meet right back here at half past impossible. Mm'kay?
	J.D.: You know, Laverne, I'm a doctor. So I'm not really gonna take my psychological evaluations from someone who dispenses them in between watching Maury and eating a corn muffin. J.D.'s Thoughts: Okay, that was too mean. Apologize. J.D.: Laverne, I... J.D.'s Thoughts: Aw, the hell with it. She's not gonna forgive you -- go for broke! J.D.: I was watching CNN earlier. Apparently the terror alert in your armpits has been elevated to orange. Oh, no he didn't! Yes, Laverne, he did.
	Dr. Kelso: Listen up, bozos. That gentleman over there is basically a cash piñata waiting to be whacked open. So how about someone diagnoses him so I can get my candy?