Janitor: Door is broke. Fifth time or so it won't open.
J.D.: Maybe there's a penny stuck in there.
Janitor: Why a penny?
J.D.: No reason.
Janitor: You stick a penny in there?
J.D.: No, I was just making small talk.
Janitor: If I find a penny in there, I'm taking you down.
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Janitor: [JD is at the reception desk, sad] Girl problems?
J.D.: How did you know?
Janitor: Well, you look like you've got problems, you're a girl. Hence, girl problems. Watch your nails.
[Slams down hinged door]
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Janitor: Hey, Idiot.
[J.D. turns around]
Janitor: Heh. I said idiot and you turned around.
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J.D.: This, this isn't like being a janitor, okay! It's not just like something everybody can do.
Janitor: Oh. So you can do my stuff, but I can't do yours?
J.D.: Yes!
Janitor: Okay, hotshot, what would you use to get a coffee stain up off a tile floor?
J.D.: I don't know... the... rough side of a sponge?
[silence]
Janitor: Dammit.