J.D.: Put that away, Turk. That's back-alley money.
Turk: Relax!
Man: Hey. I'll give you twenty bucks if you check out my rash.
J.D.: I'm sorry, cotton candy man, but unlike my friend, here, I have no interest in being sued for... Do I smell blue?
Man: Just added the dye.
J.D.: Oh! You crafty, crafty man. That is fluffing up nicely. [to Turk] Hey, give me some money, I'm jonesing for some c-squared.
Turk: Oh, you don't want my back-alley money, do you?
J.D.: You heartless bastard. All right, let's see your disgusting rash. It's probably just eczema. One blue, please!