Turk: What if the second our baby's born, I start screwing things up?
[fantasy: Turk is in the hospital nursery with the rows of babies]
Turk: [cooing] Oh, baby, I can't believe it!
[Turk picks up his baby, knocking over the cot. The other cots start falling like dominoes]
[reality: J.D. shrugs his shoulders]