Turk: Dude, she was going, like, 35 miles an hour. All you saw was, like, knuckles and a bun. Poor Bessie.
J.D.: What kind of grown man still names his car?
Turk: You do.
J.D.: Yeah, I've had Malik since I was 17. That's totally different. Don't worry about Kelso. His wife can drive him.
Turk: His wife hates him.
[fantasy: Dr. Kelso makes a rolling jump out of a moving car]
Turk: Morning, skipper. [Kelso is silent] I'm so dead.