J.D.: [v.o.] Now that I'm on the lam, I thought about two things: One, what my prison name would be.
J.D.: Gizmo.
J.D.: [v.o.] And two, whether some relationships were beyond repair. Then fate threw me another curve.
J.D.: Hey, who's your friend?
Dr. Cox: My boy in a dress. Who's yours?
J.D.: Well, seeing as he gave me the strength to outrun the sheriff's K-9 unit, I'd say he's my new god. You can rub mine's belly if I can rub yours.
Dr. Cox: Don't you touch my son.