J.D.: Sorry. He's a... Wait, wait, wh-why are you dressed?
Jordan: Oh, I'm going to a party. I assume my tests are normal, or else you wouldn't be chatting me up. But, gosh, Huckleberry, I sure hope we can go down to the river sometime and race frogs!
J.D.'s Narration: That's it!
J.D.: Listen, you spoiled, bossy, chore of a woman.
Jordan: I'm sorry, what'd you just say?
J.D.'s Narration: You're in now, go for it.
J.D.: I'm the doctor, here. So put your gown back on, get back in bed, and shut the hell up.
Jordan: No one talks to me that way!
J.D.: Well, get used to it...missy... Um... I didn't mean to be such a hard-ass just now. You can totally wait until I'm gone to put your gown back on.
Jordan: Take off your pants.
J.D.: Yes, ma'am