My Ocardial Infarction

	Elliot: And I actually got you a little something.... J.D.: A magnifying glass? Elliot: Yes.... For these. J.D.: You got the tiny post-its! Aww, awesome! For our tiny bulletin board!
	J.D.'s Narration: Bottom line -- together, Elliot and I are the greatest co-chief residents of all time. Cox: You two are, without a doubt, the worst co-chief residents of all time.
	J.D.: So, Lonnie, get in here and see the effects of cirrhosis of the liver. Elliot: J.D.! You knew I was gonna do that! J.D.: But it was still very startling!
	J.D.: Elliot, if you need help, just ask Dr. Diagnosis. You could be my side-kick! Bangs McCoy!
	Carla: Well, don't think that when you go blind I'm gonna go get you no seeing-eye dog! Turk: I'm gonna name him Gizmo. J.D.: That's what we were gonna name our robot! Turk: Oh, well, when we get the robot, we'll just name him TuPac. J.D.: "TuPac, may I please have some waffles?" "Would you like some sy-rup?" Yeah, that'd be fine. It'll work. It's a good idea.
	Cox: Say, that was some real Nancy Drew stuff, there...Nancy. I mean, absolutely irrelevant as far as medicine goes, but damn amusing! J.D.: Don't feel weird because you're threatened by my gift. Many are.
	Cox: Did you feel that you weren't quite annoying enough without adding a delusional sense of grandeur? Because I promise you, you are annoying enough. In fact, you're the number one contender for the middle weight annoyance crown. J.D.: Well, you're the number one jealous...weight for the jealous weight... jealous ch-champ. Cox: He's done it! He's done it! Dorian's the Most! Annoying! Man in the World! Who would've ever thought a journeyman annoyer like Dorian might.... J.D.: You are a close second!
	J.D.: I figured it out! All right, who's got Dr. Cox's pager number? J.D.'s Thoughts: Oh, who am I kidding, I've got my Perry's Pager Song. "Dr. Cox at my door, pager 324."
	Janitor: Yeah! Well, you win! Heh. Ted's Band: Woo. Elliot: Your--your band didn't even sing yet. Ted's Band: Aww. Janitor: There's no need. You win! Ted's Band: Woo. Elliot: Oh, come on, Janitor? For me?
	Janitor: Heh. Ahem. ...Bah...bah...bah... Bah, bah, bah. Ba-ba-ba Ba-ba-Babara-Ann. Ba-ba-ba Ba-ba-Babara-Ann