big guy. j.d.: and elliot was still searching for something to turn things around for her. oh, my god! isn't she beautiful?! i mean, this car has totally maxed out my credit, but my self-esteem's been so low lately that i think it's worth it, don't you? i just deliver the cars. she's all yours. frick! j.d.: really, the only difference is that by the third year nothing catches you by surprise. mrs. farr's still having acute abdominal pain. so, what's wrong with me, doctor? j.d.: oh, good lord. i have no idea. ok, don't panic. just do what all doctors do in this situation and fake a page. [pager beeps] uh-oh. got a code 3 down the hall. what's that? uh, code 3? not as bad as a code 4, but a hell of a lot worse than a code 2. that's a code 2. ♪ i can't do this all on my own ♪ ♪ no, i know ♪ i'm no superman captioning made possible by buena vista television