Carla: Turk, what is Rowdy doing in my closet?
Turk: He's guarding your shoes, baby.
Carla: He almost gave me a heart attack.
Turk: Baby, could you do me a favor and not hold him by the haunches like that? Yeah, he has hip dysplasia.
J.D.: He's a pure-bred. It's genetic.
[Carla drops Rowdy; Turk and J.D. gasp]
Carla: I am sick of that creepy thing. I want him out of my house!