Scrubs Monologue - The JanitorBasically, I'm misunderstood. People only ever see me with a mop. They take one look and think: "Oh, he cleans, how spiffing!" Wrong! All of them, wrong! It might not seem it, but I am the heart of this dump-of-a-hospital. Hence the name: Sacred Heart. My heart's sacred. The only sacred one here. All people know me as is "The Janitor". No-one knows my name. Apparently the nurses call me "Sir Mopalot"... what, are they trying to brighten my day? Can't say that gives me any more self-esteem.The nurses are alright, to be honest. That Latina one with the freak of a husband - what's her name, Carla - at least gives me some respect. But the surgeonScrubs Monologue - The Janitor
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True love?
Pain
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There is no such thing as true love. It is all just feeling's that are realy nothing at all.
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