Janitor. What's that smell? I don't know. Although, it smells ...
J.D.: Janitor. What's that smell?
Janitor: I don't know. Although, it smells a little bit like... the truth!
Janitor: My poor wife slaved over these!
J.D.: She just cut off a pair of scrubs and hemmed the bottom. What's the big deal?
Janitor: What's the big deal? Well, the Good Lord didn't bless my wife with all ten fingers. She's only got pointer... and... thumb-pinkie.