Elliot: How'd you sleep?
J.D.: Really well, actually.
Elliot: I knew it. You wanna know why? This is my bed. I had it brought here because it's so comfortable.
J.D.: You don't have a bed at your house anymore?
Elliot: Why bother, I've slept here like every night since you moved.
J.D.: So we live together?
Elliot: Kinda. I guess.
J.D.: I feel like I should've been told.
Elliot: Come on.
J.D.: I see it now. You've been sneak-moving in here for days. The clothes in the dresser, those girly pillows on the couch, this weird picture of a Vegas showgirl.
Elliot: Don't make fun of my brother Barry. And he looks very beautiful.
J.D.: They did a dynamite job on his boobs. Are those G's?
Elliot: Double D's. Plus, you are the guy who keeps asking me to bring stuff over here. Are you seriously upset?
J.D.: I am very upset, I don't even think morning sex could fix it. Although, it might.
Elliot: Fine! Do we have to move a lot?
J.D.: We never do anyway.
Elliot: True.