My Old Friend's New Friend

	Molly: So where were we? JD: Um...we weren't talking Molly: Was it 'cause of something you did, 'cause I am totally over it. I don't even remember what it was JD: No, I mean like we've never talked...ever Molly: Well how do I know your name, then? JD: You don't. Molly: You're freakin' me out, Jimmy! JD: It's Johnny. (Why would you say "Johnny"? You hate "Johnny"!) Molly: Now I'm gonna commit it to my memory forever. Johnny.... Johnny.... Johnny.... JD: Dammit! Dammit! Dammit! Molly: Okay, Johnny JD: Dammit! Molly: I'm sorry, I'm just meeting so many people, and everyone's kind of cliquish and I haven't really gotten to know anybody JD: So let's talk! It's not like I'm going anywhere, right? Molly: Great! Oh, thanks. Okay... JD: 'Scuse me
	Cox: I suppose I could riff a list of things that I care as little about as our last week together. Lemme see, uhh.... Low-carb diets. Michael Moore. The Republican National Convention. Kabbalah and all Kabbalah-related products. Hi-def TV, the Bush daughters, wireless hot spots, 'The O.C.', the U.N., recycling, getting Punk'd, Danny Gans, the Latin Grammys, the real Grammys. Jeff, that Wiggle who sleeps too darn much! The Yankees payroll, all the red states, all the blue states, every hybrid car, every talk show host! Everything on the planet, everything in the solar system, everything everything everything everything everything everything, everything that exists, past, present and future, in all discovered and undiscovered dimensions....Oh! And Hugh Jackman JD: Hugh Jackman's Wolverine! How dare he!
	Molly: Hey! Do you guys mind if I eat with you? 'Cause I don't wanna sit alone and sing to my food like a crazy person Elliot: Oh, my gosh! I do that! Molly: No way! Elliot: Mostly pop songs, you know, unless I'm eating soul food
	Molly: Do you wanna, uh, get a cup of coffee tonight? Elliot: Can't, I'm hitting the internet hard and going on a friend hunt!
	Cox: Why, Mariska, why do you insist on bothering me with these things? JD: Please, you know you love it. Now, come on, one more time for nostalgia's sake: You come see my patient, you teach me a lesson, and then the music plays, right? In my head, it sounds like this: Ba-buh-buh-ba-buh-buh-buh, ba-buh-buh-ba-buh-buh-buh-buhhh