J.D.: You know, Elliot, since I broke your heart, I've held my tongue every time you've been a wiseacre. But now that you slept with my brother, we're even. So if you bring sarcasm my way, baby, prepare to be stung.
Elliot: J.D.-
J.D.: So's your face.
Elliot: That doesn't even make any sense.
J.D.: "So's your face" always makes sense.
Carla: J.D., that's stupid.
J.D.: So's your face. I'm on fire! Hello!