Carla: Turk, you brought my suitcase, right?
Turk: Of course I have your suitcase, honey.
[later:]
J.D.: What are you doing?
Turk: Sometimes when you need a miracle, you have to pray extra-extra hard. You wanna help me out?
J.D.: Fo' shizzle.
[elsewhere, a dog picks up Carla's suitcase from outside the apartment building. The dog runs through the forest. Then up the steps of the hospital and over to Turk and J.D. The dog drops the bag by Turk's feet while his eyes are stilled closed. A homeless man steals the bag.]
Turk: Nothing!