J.D.: You understand, right?
Turk: Whatever, man.
J.D.: You want some salsa for that chip on your shoulder?
Turk: I can't believe you. I would never ever, ever do something like this to you. You're like school in July.
J.D.: What do you mean?
Turk: No class.
[fantasy: Turk and a group of African-American men laughing at the bar]