J.D.: Okay, ladies, we're here; calm down.
Carla: What the hell took you so long? Oh, my God, did you stop for food?
Turk: We had to, honey. J.D. promised the band that we'd feed them.
[flashback to Turk and J.D. in a car, followed by the marching band, at a drive-thru:]
J.D.: Yeah, let me get twenty-three cheeseburgers, twenty-three milkshakes. Miguel, if you don't stop drumming, you're not getting fries. Twenty-three fri- You know what, twenty-two fries. Twenty-two fries. You didn't think I'd do it, did you.
[present:]
J.D.: Miguel has such raw talent, but his attitude keeps getting in the way.