J.D.: [v.o.] It was a beautiful day, so I invited Elliot over to my half-acre for some friendly sunbathing. Unfortunately, she brought Keith.
Elliot: Oh, thanks for doing that, J.D. I'd do it myself, but the Bobbsey Twins are already loose.
J.D.: No worries. It's not that homoerotic, is it?
Keith: Oh, God, no. [bites towel]
J.D.: [v.o.] Keith didn't know I mildly disliked him. He also didn't know I was rubbing Crisco on his back.
Keith: Does it smell like pie crust?
J.D.: That's the rhododendron, Keith. Everybody knows they smell like pie when they bloom.