Turk: My blood sugar's a little low.
Carla: You want a cookie?
J.D.: [v.o.] Turk's blood sugar was low because he has Type II diabetes and hasn't figured out his medication yet.
J.D.: Mmm. Mulattos.
Carla: They're Milanos, you idiot.
J.D.: I always thought that was a little bigoted for a cookie.