Turk: Come here, boy!
J.D.: Come on, rowdy!
Turk: No, you come here, eat your steak!
Carla: What are you doing?
J.D.: Well, whoever Rowdy goes to first, he gets to keep him. Rowdy, if you come to me, I'll scratch your special region.
Carla: So you moved back all the furniture and defrosted our dinner with your sweaty hands for a joke?
Turk: Yeah, we did.
Carla: If he stays, I'll drive him out to the country and leave him there.
J.D.: [v.o.] Huzzah, he's mine.