Hey, Dr. Cox. I'm sorry, I was just so frustrated before. So, no...
J.D.: Hey, Dr. Cox. I'm sorry, I was just so frustrated before. So, now, I'm here, why don't you go ahead and tell me what I forgot?
Dr. Cox: Can I? Really?
J.D.: Sure! Hit me.
Dr. Cox: How about: go to hell, Shakira.
Dr. Cox: What, now that you've decided you're ready to listen, how does it work, huh? You gonna pull a string on my back? Well, step right up and give it a tug. But, I'm warning you, I bet it keeps coming up "Go to hell, Shakira.