My Life in Four Cameras

	Cox: Relax, I've been involved in every ridiculous T.V.-induced panic there is. Poison pills, SARS, West Nile, North Face, South Fork, East River, monkeypox, pop rocks, toilet snakes, mad cow, bird flu, swine flu, and, quite frankly, every other flu that you could really only catch if you're actually fornicating with the animal it's named for. And as a parting gift, I will tell you this: Narrow it down to two symptoms -- vomiting and diarrhea. Because it's just not E. coli unless it's firing out both exits. J.D.: I sure hope I don't have dog flu.
	Dr. Kelso: Okay, listen up, everyone. For budgetary reasons, we are turning the bathrooms on even-numbered floors into patients rooms. To sum up, floors two and four are no longer for one or two. Actually, there's still a bathroom on two, but then my joke wouldn't have worked.
	Elliot: Oh, my God. You're afraid of balloon rides, aren't you! J.D.: It's floating wicker propelled by fire!
	J.D.: Is that my new sweater?! Janitor: No, this is my new sweater mop. J.D.: It went dynamite with my beige cords! Janitor: You mean my beige cord sponge?
	Cox: Why? Why am I having such a hard time with this? Jordan: Because apparently you have girl parts!
	Cox: Unless all of you wanna see me turn a two-syllable word into a six-syllable word, I re-he-he-he-he-heally think that we should keep looking. Newbie! Almost forgot about you! J.D.: You know what, save your breath! I'm about to get in a hot-air balloon and get Evil Knievel on my own ass! Come on, Elliot! Let's go French kiss the sun!