The Janitor is rummaging through his cart of supplies. J.D. passes.
J.D.: Did you lose something?
Janitor: No, why? Did you take something?
J.D. stops.
J.D.: No.
Janitor: What´d you take?
J.D.: Nothing.
Janitor: [no nonsense] What´d you take
[...]
Janitor: Here´s what we´re gonna do: I´m gonna leave the cart...in the closet, I´m gonna leave the closet unlocked. If, by magic, it should happen to reappear, I won´t ask any questions.
J.D.: I don´t even know what ´it´ is.
Janitor: Then why take it?
He shakes his head with a grunt and pushes the cart on.
[...]
Janitor: Well, look what magically found its way back home.
J.D.: What, your window cleaner?
Janitor: [sneers] No. Ammonia. This is window cleaner, right, uh....
He rummages through the supplies on the cart, then stops.
J.D. stands looking at him, steeling himself for the inevitable.
The Janitor looks up at him, thoroughly upset.
Janitor: Why!?
J.D. opens his mouth to speak, but no words will come.
