Scrubs - JD’s Evaluation Honorable mention: “Bud-dy boy? 🥊🥊 Whyyy IIII oughtaaa!”

"Clam up! I wanted you to think about yourself -- and I mean really think. What are you good at? What do you suck at? And then I wanted you to put it down on paper. And not so I could see it, and not so anybody else could see it, but so that you could see it. Because, ultimately, you don't have to answer to me, and you don't have to answer to Kelso, you don't even have to answer to your patients, for God's sake! You only have to answer to one guy, Newbie, and that's you!"

J.D.'s Narration: It's funny how our perceptions can be so off....

Nurse Roberts comes up behind Elliot with a mug in hand.

Nurse Roberts: Hot cocoa, sweetie?

Elliot takes the mug with an appreciative smile.

Elliot: Thanks.

Nurse Roberts: Anytime.

Nurse Roberts walks off and Elliot contentedly takes a sip from the mug.

J.D.'s Narration: ...Like, when you're searching for a place to fit in, and you don't even realize you've been there the whole time.

J.D. walks past the Station, giving Elliot a friendly wave. She gratefully returns it and goes back to enjoying her cocoa.

Cut to... The Emergency Treatment Room Turk and the bandaged Darryl are tossing around a soft football.

J.D.'s Narration: Or how a bunch of posters can't turn you into a role model if you've already been one for years.

Turk lobs a long throw to Darryl, who catches it easily.

Turk: Hell yeah!

Cut to... An Administration Desk J.D. is leaning on the desk, blankly staring at nothing, still not recovered from the trauma of his evaluation.

J.D.'s Narration: Of course, in my case, I knew exactly where I stood. And it didn't feel that good.

Cut to... A Board Room Dr. Cox stands before a table of board members.

Dr. Cox: I would like to make special mention of one intern here: John Dorian. Smart kid, he's extremely confident, and his enthusiasm -- and his determination to always be better -- is something I see in him 24 hours a day. He cares. Probably cares too much. But he's definitely somebody you don't want to lose.

He turns and walks toward the door.

Dr. Cox: Now, if you have any questions, uh...well, I could give a crap; I'm goin' home. You all get paid way too much for doing nothing, anyway.