Dr. Cox: This is my new imaginary warning light. Whenever it starts blinking, a situation has ten seconds to resolve itself before I flash white with rage and kill someone.
One, two, three, four..
(J.D. runs away and returns with his shirt around his head)
Dr. Cox: ..seven, eight, nine, and ten.
J.D.: I had a little trouble getting my Baby Gap tee-shirt off.
Dr. Cox: It'll happen.