Carla: We're talking about you now, studly.
J.D.: OK, so I'm in a bit of a dry spell. I have no idea what to do with myself.
Turk: Why don't you give Rowdy a bath? He smells a little ripe.
J.D.: Please. I'm a young, single player with a heart of gold. I should be able to stir something up.
[cut to J.D. and Rowdy in the bath:]
J.D.: How do you get so dirty? [water gurgles] Rowdy.