We're ok...

[tjackson]

It's tradition now.

J.D.: Ted, you...seem different.
Ted: I bought some relaxation tapes.... They're working.
J.D.: A patient's blaming me for losing his sense of smell.

Ted leaps from his chair and shuts off his relaxing music.

Ted: Oh, God, you cut off someone's nose!? Where is it? Do you have it on you? [gasps] You're disgusting!
J.D.: No, I-I just gave him I.V. Imipenem.
Ted: Kelso's gonna blame me. Just...get rid of the nose!
J.D.: Ted, I don't--I don't have the nose. Maybe you should just calm down.
Ted: [berserk] MAYBE YOU SHOULD CALM DOWN!
J.D.: My bad.

Ted rifles through his file cabinet....

Ted: Imipenem...Imipenem...Imipenem....

He grabs out a folder and opens it on his desk.

Ted: [reading] "Unlike Gentamicin and Tetracycline, Imipenem has never been associated with anosmia." [relieved, laughs -- weakly as he catches his breath] My God, we're okay. We're okay.
J.D.: Great. Thank you, Ted.

He gets up and heads for the door.
Ted: It's...my birthday.
J.D.: What?
Ted: Nothing.

J.D. leaves.

Ted: [singing to self] "...And many more..."

--Scrubs, Season 2, My New Coat