J.D.: Actually it goes a little lower.
Turk: I don't know why Carla wants me to wear a cummerbund, let alone a red one.
J.D.: Well, come on. As your best man, trust me, it's not about the style, it's about the fit. When you're out there on the dance floor, you don't want any restrictions, okay? Let's test these babies out one more time.
Turk: Okay, ready? Five, six, seven, eight. And one, two, three, four, five six, seven, eight. And drop it, right, it's hot.
J.D.: It is hot!
Turk: Put one hand on the floor!
J.D.: I can't reach!
Turk: You better feel the burn!
J.D.: I can feel it burning!
Tailor: Where I grew up, they didn't allow two men to marry.