SCRUBS - "My Bedside Manner" 1
SCRUBS - "My Bedside Manner" 1 COLD OPEN FADE IN: INT. ADMISSIONS - DAY J.D. ENTERS through the lobby doors, pushing an OVERWEIGHT WOMAN in a wheelchair. J.D. (V.O.) To be a doctor, you need training, skill, and a real way with people. J.D. (CONT’D) Now just relax, remember to breathe, and you’ll be a mommy before you know it. OVERWEIGHT WOMAN I’m here for a gastric bypass, dumb- ass. J.D. My bad. He hands the wheelchair over to an ORDERLY. J.D. (V.O.) In the medical profession, we call that bedside manner. Keeping a patient calm and rational is a big part of our job, but keeping a patient calm and rational when you have no idea what’s wrong with them takes skill. A skill called lying. That’s something I learned very early. CUT TO: INT. HOSPITAL ROOM, A COUPLE SEASONS AGO - DAY J.D. stares horrified at a PATIENT with a third eye on his forehead. J.D mutters to himself. DR. KELSO stands next to J.D., a large, fake smile plastered on his face. SCRUBS - "My Bedside Manner" 2 DR. KELSO I’d like to apologize for our intern, Mr. Kemp. He didn’t mean to scream, point, or recommend “Exorcism” as a treatment option. And let me also assure you that your condition is common, easily treated, and not, as our intern suggested... J.D. (under his breath) The work of the Dark Lord. DR. KELSO That’s the one. BACK TO PRESENT: INT. HOSPITAL ROOM - DAY J.D.
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