George: Hard to believe. My whole life goes down to these four pages. I wonder if anybody would remember me?
Turk: Come on, George.
J.D.: When my dad died, I thought my brother and I were gonna be the only two to remember him. I was totally wrong. When we were, uh, growing up, there was this one homeless guy in our town. We used to call him Mr. Long-beard Stinky-pants. Uh, because he had this really long beard and, uh, his pants-
Turk: He gets it.
J.D.: They were stinky. Anyway, every time we went out to dinner, my father would make us give him our left-overs. My mom hated that. She used to be like, "He's just gonna use those pork-chops for drugs." My mom drank a lot. The point is, a couple months ago, I-I went home and there's this clean-shaven guy working in the pizzeria. He takes me aside, and says, "Your father was a great man." It was Mr. Long-beard Stinky-pants. Although now he prefers Kevin. Anyway, George, I- I promise you, people are gonna remember you the same way.
George: Thank you very much.