Yes, m'lady? So? You feeling all glahh!? That depends, does ...
Dr. Cox: Yes, m'lady?
J.D.: So? You feeling all glahh!?
Dr. Cox: That depends, does "glahh!" mean confused and incredibly annoyed?
J.D.: Come on man, it's our last week together! The J.D. and Cox train is pulling into the station. You must have a metaphor you want to use, hit me with it.
Dr. Cox: I suppose I could riff a list of things that I care as little about as our last week together. Let me see...eh...em.. low-carb diets, Michael Moore, the Republican National Convention, Kabbalah and all Kabbalah-related products, high-def T.V., the Bush daughters, wireless hot spots, The O.C., the U.N., recycling, getting punk'd, Danny Gans, the Latin Grammies, the real Grammies, Jeff that Wiggle who sleeps too darn much, the Yankee's payroll, the Red States, the Blue States, every hybrid car, every talk show host, everything on the planet, everything in the solar system, and everything, everything, everything, everything everything, everything, everything, everything that exists, past, present and future in all discovered and undiscovered dimensions. Oh, and Hugh Jackman.
J.D.: Hugh Jackman's Wolverine! How dare he?