Elliot: J.D., she likes you. Do yourself a favor and stay out of your head for once.
J.D.: [v.o.] OK, from this moment on, I am officially out of my head.
Carla: [v.o.] Ugh. I'm an old hag. I mean look at her. Everything's so tight and perky. Come on, Carla, it's not her fault. Just do what you always do. Turn the other cheek and quietly spread the rumor that she's a guy.
Carla: Hey, Turk. Guess what?
Turk: She's not a guy, honey.